Steve Burgess is a freelance writer and the author of Who Killed Mom?, published in 2011 by Greystone Books.
Born in Norwalk Ohio, home of the famous virus, Steve was raised in Regina, SK, and Brandon, MB. He writes a regular column for The Tyee, often reviewing films but also, sometimes, detailing his hilarious world travels for Tyee readers. Steve is a former CBC Radio host and has won two National Magazine Awards. He has also won three Western Magazine Awards.
Reporting Beat: Travel, pop culture, politics, cobbling, knife sharpening, furnace repair.
Website: Steve Burgess
Stories by Steve Burgess
He’s at the Hip show, he’s at Stampede, he’s shirtless on your vacay. Is it all a stunt, Dr. Steve?
Dr. Steve joins the speculation on Clark’s desperate, drastic and apparently data-less decision.
For the first time, maybe ever, spin-doctor Steve has no idea.
First Trump, now Brexit. Democracy is leading us into a world of madness and lies.
Britain's debate on leaving the EU shows left and right labels don't apply when it comes to trade deals.
Well, there is the fact that, um, he's lost. There's also the fact of Donald Trump.
Spin Doc Steve says the Libs have sailed through worse, but if the NDP gets nasty...
Life on $195,000 is hard, but why not a paper route, suggests Dr. Steve.
Doc Steve soothes a chastened Nenshi: if only all gaffes were so endearing.
He wins because web's mean 'losers' turn out to be most white male Americans.
Fazil Mihlar perfect choice as Clark's new climate czar, explains Dr. Steve.
Spin doc Steve peers unwillingly into the crystal ball of a crazily possible presidency.
Watch out, Notley. Passive-aggressive sniping is our spin doctor's specialty.
Doc Steve advises Ambrose on her groundbreaking new experiment.
You're not alone, soothes Dr. Steve. We're all victims of a resource-based economy.
Militias got you down? Dr. Steve's got some visionary engineering for you.
He turned the electoral map festive red, then got busy. How can St. Nick compete?
Senate hopeful, for all the right reasons, seeks counsel on new appointment scheme.
Let spin doctor Steve welcome you to the pre-election Absurdity Zone.
No pressure, Justin. At least JJ Abrams knows how you feel.
Spin doctor Steve isn't unemployed, he's only resting for the next Machiavellian wedge campaign.
With turkeys calling in, Dr. Steve helps Harper define 'barbaric' practices.
In an election as Canadian as Ted Cruz, Dr. Steve helps our southern neighbours translate.
Tyee's spin doctor gleefully meets his match with Harper's latest hire.
As trial wraps, too many desperate PR patients seek our spin doctor's aid.
Have you tried #NoPingPongTax, Steve? Could be a viral hit.
As sure as the pope is Catholic, Dr. Steve dishes hard-to-hear popularity lessons.
No skills? No cred? No problem! Dr. Steve will save you from political sin.
Sure is, says Dr. Steve. Hey, when climate change gives you fires, make s'mores.
Spinmeister Steve reminds us the Conservative ship is still very much afloat.
Burrard Bridge 'yogathon' a perfect opportunity to get bent out of shape.
Note to Leafs Coach Babcock: Does Phil Kessel have an Instagram account?
Humour is unstable dynamite for politicians. Elizabeth: you bombed.
Don't worry, commuters. Dr. Steve's got a ballot for you.
With Dickensian characters and Marvel-esque stakes, the carnage only grows.
Sorry Justin, they were protests, and you missed the parade.
Don't we all, laments Dr. Steve, for now our vague fears lack a depository.
Two estranged Tories are not enough for the young redeemer of political souls.
For starters, how 'bout: 'No, that sports car does not redeem your middle-aged ass?'
No? Well, Dr. Steve can try, but as Eric and Ilsa show, this is a city of indiscriminate struggle.
With Harper's eye on national defence, Tyee's spin doctor prescribes an alternative.
Leaked emails expose service complaints from constituents.
Leaked emails disclose what you won't see this year.
Leaked emails reveal BC's premier feels 'out of gas.'
Leaked emails reveal PM's latest try at warm and fuzzy.
Just 'cuz it's tradition doesn't mean your ears should bleed, says Dr. Steve.
Come all ye hipsters feigning disinterest, and hear our sportive Steve's advice.
As Dr. Steve says: If elected office you're pursuin,' you had best commence the suin'.
Depends, do you have ebola? No? Well, read on anyway for Dr. Steve's opinion.
We're stumped, too. Dr. Steve explains the nuances of gobbling up everything.
If anyone can help turn petulant crybabies into dignified MPs, it's totally Steve Burgess.
Spinmeister Steve Burgess helps WestJet safely land its latest luggage policy.
Tyee's PR guru explains how Clark can break her fat-cat foes.
In Vancouver? Sure! You're an apartment-peeping drone, right?
Thought they were immune to slippery politics? Dr. Steve's got your naivety pill.
A travellin' Steve Burgess explains how to make the best of a sputter-filled vacation.
Spinmeister Steve fans the flames of social media's most insidious conspiracies.
Like heading a solid gold soccer ball, FIFA guilt can mess with your mind.
Our spinmaster-in-residence weighs in on the latest 'bozo eruption' in Parliament.
If you are not Tara the Cat, some pointers on getting serious media.
Black-Capped Chickadee yearns to be Vancouver's official bird. Burgess swoops in.
Tyrion Lannister whines of vicious schemers and insane rulers. It ain't so different here.
Spinmeister Steve helps Mike Gillis set new goals.
Why we're betting a newly emerging business sector can save journalism.
With a name dropped everywhere from Pictou to Crimea, history's most heinous wonders how to exploit his infamy.
Tyee advice-man Steve wades into the awkward realm of mayoral envy.
Might be all those magic beans you're passing, Burgess tells BC money minister.
So cheap! So gay! So dissent-y! How'd we do it, Russia's leader asks Burgess.
For largely upper class Thai protesters, democracy hasn't worked of late. A dispatch.
In search of a happier 2014, the PM consults super natural Steve Burgess.
But how to appeal to all the godless holiday heathens, he asks spinmeister Steve.
So many hard-partying Tories, so many secrets to spill. But Burgess knows the fix.
Spin doc Steve ponders some crack projects for the rising star.
Spin doctor Steve's re-election tip for Toronto's mayor? Just be you.
And why that 'look at this free trade deal' feint won’t work.
Burgess offers feedback on Harper's great vision for the Canadian people.
Canada's song too gendered? Steve's got a waaaaay better version in mind.
Advisor Steve gets a lesson, courtesy of Quebec's values charter.
Was the cell despots' jingoistic ad campaign against the US giant a success? Steve's got opinions.
The U.S. Senator wants to sever his Canadian ties for good. Steve can help.
Rich? Powerful? In need of discreet counsel? Write to Steve. We'll tell the world.
William and Kate should have kept their kid genderless as long as possible.
With a nod to Nixon, the PM proves you're nobody in politics 'til somebody hates you.
Eclipsed by media-hog mayors and senators, the Public Safety Minister resigns. Too soon, I say.
What policies will Tories come up with next? Due to floods, we'll have to wait and see.
If I hear him right, it's not just American data collected. Imagine what he knows!
The senator simply adopted the culture of his new profession. Was that so wrong?
Under director JJ Abrams, the Starship Enterprise is more of a Led Zeppelin.
This version's brash, sensational, musically eclectic... and not great.
When fan favourites win big games incumbents get a boost, scholars discovered.
Jackie Robinson's career was one long teachable moment. Does this film make the grade?
He was a lover of film. His boss Conrad Black, not so much.
The Sopranos of Middle Earth are back. Dragon you in yet?
Watching History Channel's miraculous hit created by 'Survivor' producer Mark Burnett.
Drug war has become 'slow motion holocaust' says riveting new documentary.
Once imprisoned, pro-democracy leader Aung San Suu Kyi found escape and courage in literature. Including Harry Potter.
Across the chasm of class and privilege in India, a rock sometimes flies at a visitor.
Attempting to stomach a chili-laden local favourite, Steve Burgess looks foolish. A dispatch.
Storm of controversy about film's portrayal of torture precedes its opening today.
Watching TV with Dad. Acknowledgements. Eleventh of 11.
Life and death on the streets of Rome. And finally, a Japanese vision of Heaven, in a blue and white dress. Tenth of 11.
The parables of Joan Burgess. And the curtain falls on a life well-lived. Ninth of 11.
A 50th birthday to remember -- and forget. Plus: Tales from Riverheights Terrace. Eighth of 11.
Who killed Grandma? And a meditation on luck. Seventh of 11.
Who killed Mom? A suspect is ID'd. And subsequently brought to trial. Sixth of 11.
Wherein the Burgess family arrives in Christmas Town. Whereupon the pressure cooker finally explodes. Fifth of 11.
Wherein a honeymoon on a troop train proves less than ideal. A potential president of the United States arrives on the scene. And the Burgesses enter the Land of the Jolly Green. Fourth of 11.
Wherein Joan Slorance lives -- and nearly dies -- on the prairies; and later encounters the bouncing football of Fate. Third part of 11.
Wherein Steve Burgess goes to Casablanca but does not meet Ingrid Bergman; and even monsters have back stories. Second part of 11.
The tale begins with a crisis and a Dickensian voyage though Christmas Past. First of 11.
Scrooge repentant again and again? Might as well be watching 'Groundhog Day'!
Baggins, dragons and Smeagol, oh my! But has HBO-grade fantasy ruined it all?
Luscious new documentary is proof that pleasures need not always be guilty.
'Breaking Dawn Pt. 2' has hairy werewolves. 'Lincoln' has Abe. The parallels abound. Right?
A quantum of solace: this meaty Bond flick is a worthy rebound from previous franchise installments.
Even comparing Obama to Fidel Castro didn't work. Mitt's boat ran aground here.
A film with three directors, six parallel plots, and countless versions of Tom Hanks. Can it be done?
When it comes to Christians, there's no hotter dividing line than hell, reveals Kevin Miller's new film.
Moral quandary. Human destiny. Totally suspend disbelief and this time-traveling thriller has it all.
Who says that secret video is a problem slip? Romney's finally free to let it rip.
TYEE LIST #21: A mixtape for your next dance party. Bust a move! Conservatively of course.
Savouring 'Highway Thru Hell' and 'Here Comes Honey Boo Boo!' too.
And key people who propelled the drama.
Watch this story of corn liquor bootleggers to get a leg up on corn.
Hollywood elects to satirize the long road to the Frat House, er, White House.
Odd characters perform odder jobs in this possibly genius, possibly hack film. Opens Friday in Vancouver.
Health care hysteria, shameless attack ads. It's not crazy, it's constitutional!
Germany defeated by debt-shocked Italy, villains and thugs abound. Stay tuned.
Winding up the Amalfi Coast is a race against whatever you had for lunch.
TYEE LIST #15: Victoria's cycling boystar didn't 'just' win the Giro d'Italia.
Greying centurions, decay, Vatican and soccer scandals. Nothing boring about Italy.
Reality TV's king of auction-packed adventures. Why a hit? And is it fake?
How to make the ol' superhero blockbuster fresh? Try letting a quirky cult-meister direct.
Three years ago Roberto Luongo was the $64 million future. Now he's chopped goat liver?
TYEE LIST #11: Five aspects of our national life that will be downsized by the Harper cutbacks. Change is good!
Contemplating the one per cent most Botoxed of the one per centers.
No level of controversy could bring down this narratively fearless series. (Sorry, 'Luck.')
Werner Herzog is your guide in this peculiar tale of crime and death row in Texas. Plus, a special screening.
Palin, McCain, and the presidential race of a lifetime. Political campaigns, the genre that keeps on giving.
And other musings while traveling the back roads towards (I'm pretty sure) Xang Kong.
TYEE LIST #2: Prepare yourself for a chance run-in with Vancouver Canuck twins Hank and Danny.
Helping is a thriving industry in Laos, but some locals wonder who benefits the most.
What won't Steve Burgess do just to earn a little karma?
Back on the road, Steve Burgess immediately gets in trouble with authorities.
Which political titan shall be the one to take on Obama? America starts to decide!
A gong, a balaclava, and a Sarah Palin puppet. The makings of a true Christmas caper.
Vancouver filmmaker Mitchell Kezin helps rescue weird holiday tunes from oblivion.
Charlize Theron's 'psychotic prom queen' vies for a high school flame in this highly immature flick.
What is this (mostly) mute film about a silent movie star's struggle for relevance really saying?
Local media doesn't dwell on why, but outside the home town no one holds back.
Put out a manhunt for Clint Eastwood before he kills (a film's potential) again.
Documentary director David York on sour gas, flawed heroes, godless filmmaking, and more.
Ah, to live in George Clooney's America, where politicos have principles and movies are intelligent.
Were the good old days of TV really any good? A border-crossing broadcaster lets you answer that for yourself.
Bloodless. And more reasons to resist catching Soderbegh's disease flick.
Blasphemous question, I know. But help me here. Why aren't more bored by the Bard?
Freshly picked, weird but surprisingly tasty shows ripe for watching.
With a funny book to share with Canada, Burgess heads to make-or-break Orillia.
'Harry Potter and Deathly Hallows 2' is a fine and fitting farewell.
A traveler embraces letting random noise be the trip's soundtrack.
Traveling in Italy, a Canucks fan learns Vancouver not only has lost, it's burning.
Spiritual sage Bhakti Madhurya Ban Maharaj assessed my meatballs: bad karma.
As clicks replace human exchanges, Vancouver film emporium Videomatica is latest victim.
No need to get hammered before going, this turns into a pretty good action flick.
He's still well ahead, immune to the constant deluge of terrible things tweeted about him.
Family dinner, zoned on LSD. And more confessions of a problem prairie child, from the new memoir by Steve Burgess, 'Who Killed Mom?'
Such a great season. So much more reason, therefore, to brood and worry.
Amidst catastrophe arrive cherry blossoms and the season for hanami, a nation's celebrations of life.
Sci-fi whoa dude movie keys on hats, water, and one pretty good meet-cute. Just sayin'.
In Kanchanaburi, Thailand, war crime memories mix with cheerful kitsch.
Keeping the spirits satisfied is never easy, and an election now hovers.
Just get used to what seems weird, and sing along with the pink elephant head.
An intense close-up of parental grief and rage. Interesting choice for Christmas Eve.
Public television in the US is great, when not meeting its bills by peddling folkie nostalgia and new-age nostrums.
People are watching this thing. And not just for the halibut.
Our young heroes are on their own, feeling their way through a dark and unfocused storyline.
What drives around comes around. In this case, a cruder Planes, Trains and Automobiles.'
There's a special place in hell for 'serious' Hollywood films like this.
A preliminary attempt to put the premier's latest popularity rating into some useful perspective.
Hey it's just a fun flick. Tell that to the real people forever depicted as sleaze-geeks.
He wrote, directs and stars in 'The Town.' Are we to think he's the next Clint Eastwood?
Did we really need another sports station? One that carries Canuck games we can't see?
The crackpot tabloid Globe, that is. And that's how the body politic gets infected by nutty, wrong ideas.
All those shows I'd saved digitally, mysteriously wiped clean. I must learn to live again.
'Pillars,' 'Rubicon,' 'Mad Men' and 'Jersey Shore': It's cool inside.
Finally, a summer blockbuster film that invites you to use your brain.
They have their own cemetery. Among too many visitors who've died young are poets Keats and Shelley.
No telling who you'll sit next to at game time in a Paris restaurant or a Roman piazza.
It takes guts to sample the pride of Lyon's French foodies. And think before you grab.
Now it's vibrant, young, crammed with edgy art and culture.
The genius documentary maker on Mick Jagger, concert mayhem, emotional honesty, and more.
Gladiator meets Friar Tuck, and did Monty Python touch up this script?
What in the name of Jiri Bubla is going on with our goddamn hockey team?
Why just in time for Easter? And do Greek gods look better without glasses?
Pitch black and often funny, the show wouldn't work here. We have health care.
Great story, great acting, Oscar nominated and French. This prison yarn surely ranks among the year's best films.
It was at Vancouver's ground zero where protests urged change, police behaved, and throngs celebrated.
On eve of Olympics, some of us are bitter, some exultant, and some just glide along.
This time, with his clear depiction of massacre, director Uwe Boll is no joke.
Some apocalypses are worse than others.
Thanks to James Cameron, Hollywood special effects march on. Hollywood scripts, not so much.
Bring provisions for the trip. We're in post-apocalypse-vérité territory.
Herein lies 'the most irrelevant movie review in history.'
It showcases Canadian and US filmmakers of Asian descent, and the audience is growing.
Biopic of fashion genius could have been taken out a little in the end.
The Coen brothers' latest drops Job into a Minnesota suburb in 1967. Nihilism ensues.
Cooking show says winner gets to be 'head chef' at a top Whistler restaurant. Actually, no.
His political spin jobs once seemed needed. Now they're just part of America's very bad problem.
Special effects and Tarantino-sized egos mean anything goes, even in the past.
What's that cheater Don Draper going to sell us next? Maybe his downfall.
Looked cool in trailer, but random mess just alienates a thinking human.
How I found myself crooning a Scottish ballad to an Italian vendor.
He made Dubya's favourite film and spawned the Brat Pack. Don't hate him for it.
I tell myself don't sweat it. Grandma's rickety fan has other ideas.
Apatow plus Rogen plus Sandler plus cancer. Are you laughing?
Still a great ride, the Hogwarts Express chugs down a long, dark tunnel.
Can't stay away from Palio, Siena's bareback passion play.
Tobias Jones got them right: corrupt, partisan, maddening... and bellissimo.
When there, I do my best to party as the Romans do.
It's the end of the world as we've known it (in previous films).
Kirk was a jerk. Spock was mocked. Who knew?
What's your pleasure? Tawdry Neopolitans or hard drinking Irish heroics?
Hard days for the barista, hotelier, airline exec or finance minister.
Notes from a few days in the land that forgot about GDP.
Good flick. Let the nerditude begin.
A film made its Buddhists mad, and you don't want to do that.
Our intrepid columnist is back on the road, with tales of the 'One-Eyed Dragon.'
As Israel attacks Gaza, Hollywood offers Jews fighting Nazis.
Mickey Rourke's brilliant, if not so triumphant, return.
Might just be the smartest thing he's ever done.
Brad Pitt in rubber jowls. You know what's coming.
In an unfortunate year, here are my lucky seven.
Martyrs can be messy, but not in this paen to a murdered gay politician.
Get out of there Bond! This thing is gonna blow!
And Dirty Harry should punish him for it.
One gambled on the firepower of folksy sound bites.
Love among the big wigs, and very tight pantaloons.
In this desert outpost, Obama and McCain barely stand a chance.
Brad Pitt's so famous he makes the perfect doofus.
Surfing time-travel channels, from 'Mad Men' to 'Shogun.'
Stiller's multi-personality parody is at war with itself.
This is how sequels get a bad wrap.
It might be the best superhero film ever made.
Can he use his terrible strength for good? Or even mediocre?
The French port welcomes me with blood on the street.
Something about 86 and 99 doesn't add up.
Random (very random) exchanges in old Cairo.
What I learned gabbing my way through the Old City.
How do you say, 'I'm not an idiot, I'm just tired'?
Proving even comic book movies need brains over flash.
The roughest sport is on. Hockey can wait.
Or, um, maybe that doesn't really fix the Canucks.
Holy Moses, we lost two much-imitated cinema greats.
For Bill C-10, the C stands for censorship.
Poor guy can't solve his weird relationship with BC.
Schmoozed by South Korea's friendly troops.
Fox's 'Moment of Truth' takes the game show to new abysses.
A little 'word steak' carved from my Korean menu.
And I'm in a hurry for hot tai-yaki!
Find pad thai on a tuk-tuk? Good luck-luck.
Prime time on the cockfight channel.
Nichols and Sorkin find a funny Bin Laden back story.
Will Smith, all alone in the big dead city.
Dylan biopic sinks like a wobbly, misshapen rolling stone.
Suddenly, a new group is persecuted by Big Brother.
Flip of the Coens lands on the good side.
Ridley Scott's latest could use more tough love.
The Canucks were supposed to be good, right?
Website, TV show open the gates of celebrity hell.
Boffo, jaw-jaw, bang-bang movie for politicos.
Smart TV show recalls when men were men, and women weren't glad.
They're making a mint on 9-11.
Even smart, sexy stars can get it wrong.
How far will they push addicts like me?
And guess what 'Mr. Hands' does with them?
Ready for his next smear job on US Democrats.
Cult film with a title like that can't be all baaa, right?
Can an empire like 'Simpsons' really keep the magic?
My outside-the-guide travels in Rome.
'Order of the Phoenix' rises.
My divorce and honeymoon in Rome.
Vienna, unbombed, remains perfectly perfect.
Tourism can ruin treasures, non?
Love your city, not your museums.
Meet the new generation of 'winners.'
No shortage of dollars, just of sense.
Trade Naslund? What's it gonna take?
'Spidey 3' is full of bugs.
Just like we probably shouldn't have said they would.
Massacres prompt pundit to slag old folks, paraplegics and dead students.
Legal flick weighs wealth and virtue.
If Oprah's right, Canucks are going all the way.
But schlock is tastier with less Tarantino sauce.
The 'Pussycat Dolls' blur reality TV feminism.
In '300,' macho Spartans whup pesky Persians.
Scariest thing about travelling? Foreign hairdressers.
Who really won? George W., dresses and lesbians, among others.
Hint: not fireworks.
Big creepy spiders are crawling into my life again.
How riots, food and patriots keep Bangkok bubbling.
My list of delicious Japanese language treats.
And what I really discovered in Gion.
Adrift in a land awash in wireless TV.
Pearls in a swinish movie year.
Head to the video store.
Movies to hunker down with.
Daniel Craig is right full hair to 007 saga.
And I like.
'The Queen' and all her kooky clan, even the corgis.
Like all great works, it’s about the power of change.
The film itself operates like a sleazy politician.
Cop series is simply the best thing on TV.
Why real-life whodunits end up Hollywood bland.
Bad scripts + coddling critics = crap culture.
Jesus shows up on 9/11.
Their secret weapon? The rollick.
The 'tattooed brain' of Syd Barrett.
Final notes, including a fervent, farewell "po po po."
Burgess leans into the undiscovered Italy.
Or so his story will go.
Fool's luck in beautiful Amalfi.
In praise of sleep, my chief luxury.
Now the men dress like barbarians.
So little sex, but so many climaxes!
Handy planner for summer moviegoers. And avoiders.
'Poseidon' wants to be taken seriously. Serious problem.
It's uplifting, the film Oliver Stone can't make.
So Edmonton beats Detroit. Naturally.
Another missed opportunity for the gospel truth.
And other tough prescriptions for the finished Canucks.
'Teen noir,' perfectly executed.
CTV's helicopter auto-rotates the news.
Owens' brand of twang and hokey lyrics ain't 'round no more.
When was the last time he got it right?
What he's learned about porn, planes and people.
Fear, death and arachnophobia in Sulawesi.
Terrorism's pall can't obscure the kindness of Ubudian strangers.
In certain corners of Bangkok, I'm a dashing celeb.
Hey bro, don't step in the 'Tyee!'
And trying not to get 'Shanghaied' in Shanghai.
One very high tech, fat and dumb monkey.
If last night is the measure, it's gonna be a long one.
Another anchor reels in and sails off.
Series follows the handiest man making everything from scratch.
Out with aw-shucks Aaron, in with cool Cooper.
'Deadwood' and other addictive DVD sweets.
Gauging the zest of Vancouver's film fest fests.
NBC needs to apprentice in TV show planning.
Werner Herzog's documentary probes the sanity of bears' best friend.
'Invasion' and 'Prison Break' sagas sagging already.
It's weirder than The PNE on acid.
I'm liking my chances next time around.
CNN host bores in on the BC drug tunnel and more threats.
Burgess braves blood sucking monsters in search of Brandon bliss.
Blues legend Baldry was a natural front man, pushed to the back.
Burgess returns and begins unpacking his monstrous suitcase.
Destined to be the next big thing? Maybe not so much?
In Naples, tots ride motorbikes and wield crayon weapons.
Like Caesar or Senator Palpatine, Mayor Campbell could sweep back on bigger terms.
Neurotic Steve. Simpatico Steve. Who will win?
And Burgess finds women friendly in Milan, too.
Burgess the neon tourist wanders Fes and Marrakech.
Right off the boat, the Canadian meets some helpful locals.
Undo that seatbelt! And other Spanish train etiquette.
Burgess beholds the Alhambra, gets in line.
And other encounters with the proud Spanish culture.
Now he’s in Europe. First postcard: ‘Christian Train Camp’.
For cop shows with complex hero/villains, I’m down to ‘The Wire.’
And other musical triumphs of modern TV advertising.
A&E’s creepy ‘Intervention’ is truly addictive reality television.
When politicians vow to kick ‘living ass’, where can a trembling West Ender hide?
And pray someone can do better that with newfangled CGI.
The latest media sensation is news for people who don’t like news.
Second thoughts on Vietnam while counting the hotel hair products booty.
Burgess brightens up, until the Genocide Museum.
Can a person be allergic to a country?
How Hunter S. Thompson saved me from the 70s.
Traffic is normal today on the Saigon-Pan Thiet highway. Hang onto your lunch.
In Can Tho, coffee is more expensive with a dose of sad comedy.
It’s a new year in the former Saigon, and the smoke, the explosions and Mylar fish are just as they ought to be.
On the streets are many faces but one refrain: “Help me. Help you. Help me.”
A postcard from where wanderlust meets standard midlife neuroses.
Just ahead of the P.M.’s arrival, our man Burgess files this, uh, report.
The smug divas of Sex and the City just wore me out. Gotta wonder, is HBO good for Canada?
I ask myself that every year. And make the same tortuous trek.
Genghis Zahn at CNN? Is ‘Survivor’ worth saving? And other tele-musings.
A Brit wrote the book, not us. So why do we keep flogging a dead bear?
Hint: In the great Canuck tradition, my choice is running off to the U.S. to make it big.
Two new reality shows invade; our intrepid correspondent succumbs.
Politics, truth, justice and the American Way are currently incompatible.
A refreshingly vulgar satire of the usual puppets on screen.
Darkly hilarious, this may be the best rock documentary I’ve seen.
The presidential debates are like the game of Quidditch. Where does Dubya get his mojo powers?
Kerry was the better debater last night. But Bush proved long ago how to lose arguments and win anyway.
U.S. Public TV scrambles grating gurus, dead singers and major exposes no one sees.
Would I put my foot in it by suggesting soccer?
OK, if a gnarly croc fought a Great White, who'd win? Animal Face-off seeks answers our greatest minds (past age ten) have ignored.
Why I watch the evil spawn of Candid Camera that punk'd our culture.
It's Winter Love Song, a tortured, trashy Korean masterpiece on Shaw's Multicultural Channel.
Don't send a boy toy to Troy. And other musings about today's zero heroes.
The more the National Post cries bias, the more oddly obsessed it appears
But despicable 'Swan' flutters my stomach with a moral quandary.
Announcer Jim Hughson goes easy on the Canucks, but at least he knows Mats Sundin plays for someone else
Fiona Forbes and Michael Eckford were morning TV's best hosts until CityTV execs forced a divorce. What would Moses say?
Who says Canada can't produce a decent sitcom? Brent Butt's Corner Gas pumps out laughs.
Vancouver's new religious channel looks like regular prime time, until the commentators examine the shows from a Christian point of view
I said I believed in Reality. I didn't say I liked all of it.
From The Donald to 'America's Top Model', a lot of it I like. For real.
Let it slip that you hate Sofia Coppola's film 'Lost in Translation' and readers demand an explanation. Here it is.
Everyone says Six Feet Under is the new Sopranos. Fuggettaboutit.
City Confidential's pulpy narration makes it the guiltiest pleasure on crime-soaked TV.