Lessons learned this week: That New Yorkers get awfully cranky when the sidewalks start to bake in the heat (and yet braless lasses continue to clomp around in gamy cowboy boots); that, according to the courts of law, Martha Stewart is more of a threat to society than Michael Jackson; that the folks at The New York Times are apparently befuddled because they can’t tell gay men from straight ones anymore (listen up, Mr. Pinch Sulzberger, it’s easy: The men with the blue iPods are straight- O.K.?); and that the pod people from outer space (read: Scientologists) have absconded with poor Katie Holmes’ brain. Who needs a vacation? Tonight, some spit-shined members of society make their way to the Pierre for the Calvary Hospital Awards Dinner Dance, where the M.C., Mr. Al (“I’m Even Scarier When I’m Skinny, Ain’t I?”) Roker, will be sure to make topical jokes. The whole shebang is to benefit a good cause-helping patients in the advanced stages of cancer. Meanwhile, HBO (which finally has us sold on Entourage, but we pledge that no matter how many times they insist on rerunning Deadwood, we’re not budging) throws a screening party for Twist of Faith, a documentary about a Toledo firefighter who confronts his history of sexual abuse by a Catholic priest. The film was nominated for Best Documentary Feature at the Oscars but got beat out by Born into Brothels (at least it wasn’t Super Size Me!).
[Calvary Hospital Awards Dinner Dance, the Pierre, Fifth Avenue at 61st Street, 6:30 p.m., 212-627-1000; Twist of Faith screening, HBO, 1100 Avenue of the Americas, 6 p.m., by invitation only.]
Just in from London ( and boy, are our arms tired!-that bit never fails!): a new exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Matisse: The Fabric of Dreams, which opens today and is sure to draw a crowd all summer (there isn’t a dorm room in America without one obligatory print up next to Klimt’s The Kiss). The show concentrates on Matisse’s “lifelong interest in textiles” ( hmmm). Does anyone else think the name from this show sounds like a song from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat?
[ Matisse: The Fabric of Dreams, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1000 Fifth Avenue, now through Sept. 25, http://www.met.org.
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Sample sail? Some people really get it right when they take vacations: Executive chef of Union Square Café Michael Romano sets sail today aboard the yacht Callisto for a culinary cruise around Southern Italy, where the focus is eating, eating and eating ( would we!). “We set sail from Dubrovnik and make our way down to Puglia and the boot of the heel,” said Mr. Romano, whose family originates from the region. All along the way, passengers will get blotto on local wines and scarf ingredients from local markets. “It’s a pretty nice way to spend your vacation,” he said. “Sailing through one of the most beautiful places in the world and eating good food and wines-it doesn’t get much better.” Well, we’re planning on going to Great Adventure, and they have one hell of a food court! Meanwhile, our favorite sporting event ever, the Purina Incredible Dog Challenge, makes its way to Liberty State Park for a weekend of “exciting canine events.” This means lots of border collies twisting through cones and catching a lot of Frisbees, all to compete for a spot in the national championships. Yea!
[Union Square Café’s Michael Romano Culinary Cruise, setting sail tonight (see ya, suckers!), http://www.traveldynamicsinternational.com; Purina Incredible Dog Challenge, Liberty State Park, http://www.events.purina.com.
Happy Gay Pride weekend! What better way (besides hemming your outfit for tomorrow’s parade) is there to celebrate than to see some fine theater featuring cross-dressing? Tonight, the Aquila Theatre Company celebrates the opening of Twelfth Night at the Baruch Performing Arts Center. The story has mistaken identities, unrequited love and bereavement (just like an episode of Three’s Company, but no commercials!). “In Twelfth Night, Shakespeare created the character of Malvolio, a parsimonious Puritan intent on killing all joy and climbing into the ranks of the nobility in the process,” said co-director Peter Meineck. ” There’s something very familiar about a religious zealot trying to impose his will on an entire community.” Wonder who he’s talking about? Meanwhile, all the Hampton pooh-bahs have two galas to choose from. There’s the Love Heals “A Night with Gatsby” gala ( err, not that anyone asked us, but doesn’t anyone else remember how terribly unhappy Gatsby was?) at Luna Farm in Sagaponack with an auction, dinner, dancing and champagne toasts “under the moon” to benefit the worthy Alison Gertz Foundation for AIDS Education. Competing for the summer crowd is the Hampton Designer Showhouse Gala Preview Opening Night, which benefits Southampton Hospital. The dress is “elegant casual,” which means linen sundresses and orange neckties. And if you’d had the good sense to go to the Jersey Shore, tonight all you’d be doing is eating fresh seafood and drinking weak beer. We’re just sayin’, is all.
[ Twelfth Night, Baruch Performing Arts Center, 25th Street between Lexington and Third avenues, 8 p.m., http://www.ticketcentral.com; “A Night With Gatsby,” Love Heals at Luna Farm, 276 Parsonage Lane, Sagaponack, N.Y., http://www.loveheals.org; the Hampton De signer Showhouse to Benefit Southampton Hospital, 61 Down East Lane, Southampton, 631-283-7140.]
More Shake, less Speare! Another Elizabethan cross-dresser, Rosalind, hits the boards in Central Park in As You Like It. Mark Lamos directs a fine cast composed of no one you’ve ever heard of, including Lynn Collins from the Al Pacino–starring Merchant of Venice as Rosalind herself. Bring bug spray! And if you still feel as if you haven’t gotten your fill of drag, skip over to the Delancey, where the official Gay Pride after-party, PRIDE, kicks off its (size-13) heels upstairs to music by D.J. Trauma and D.J. Saint. On the rooftop, a free barbecue promises all the wieners you can eat ( heh). Or if an arm-crossing, hesitantly dancing crowd is more your speed, Irving Plaza plays host to Ted Leo and the Pharmacists. Whatever way you choose, it’s as you like it.
[Shakespeare in the Park, the Delacorte Theater, Central Park, pick up tickets at 1 p.m., line up at dawn, 212-260-2400, http://www.publictheater.org; PRIDE, the Delancey, 168 Delancey, barbecue at 6 p.m., dancing at 9 p.m., 212-254-9920, http://www.thedelancey.com; Ted Leo and the Pharmacists (with Radio 4 and Off Minor), Irving Plaza, 17 Irving Place, 9 p.m., 212-777-6800.]
Holla! Terrence Howard, who played a struggling (and smoldering!) D.J. under Ludacris’ tutelage in the Sundance darling Hustle & Flow, will be on hand for the film’s screening in the MGM screening room. If you can’t get yourself on the guest list, there’s always the after-party two hours later at Fizz, a “hot spot” in midtown (does this qualify as an oxymoron?). Hotel Rwanda director/screenwriter Terry George, one of the evening’s hosts, anticipates that it will be like “some sort of 50 Cent–Snoop Dogg rock video … one of those kind of parties.” Sadly, Snoop will not be in da hizzouse. O.K.! Moving on, Weimaraner-lovin’ William Wegman co-chairs the contemporary art auction ” New Start” at Sotheby’s. Proceeds to benefit Harlem’s Odyssey House, a nonprofit that provides “innovative services” to the mentally ill and those who have drug problems. Get your sweaty hands on your very own Robert Motherwell or Peter Max-even Mr. Wegman has donated a puppy picture: “I’m looking forward to being at the Sotheby’s event, amongst artists and art buyers who are turning out to show they also believe in giving people a second chance.” Finally, some edge: The Great Throwdini will attempt to break the world knife-throwing record by throwing 120 knives in under a minute. (No word yet on whom he’s throwing them at …). Throwdini (a.k.a. the Reverend Doctor David Adamovich) told us that tossing three knives at a time is “not so easy.” Angelina Jolie sure makes it look like a cakewalk!
[ Hustle & Flow, 1350 Avenue of Americas, MGM screening room, 7 p.m., by invitation only; “New Start” auction, Sotheby’s, 72nd Street and York Avenue, 6 p.m., 212-966-4710, http://www.odysseyhouseinc.org; the Great Throwdini, Maximum Risk, Soho Playhouse, 15 Vandam Street, 8 p.m., 212-691-1555.]
If you like Campbell Scott (and sheesh, who doesn’t?), you’ll be swooning with us at the Young Friends of Film Honors celebrating the handsome actor/director tonight. The Dying Gaul, Mr. Scott’s latest drama (which is super-fantastic), about a dangerous Hollywood love triangle, will be screened, and director-playwright Craig Lucas and co-stars Patricia Clarkson and Peter Sarsgaard ( swoon) will be on hand to spout accolades about their modest co-star. Dress in your finest for the black-tie after-party at the swank Kaplan Penthouse in Lincoln Center-and keep all Patton imitations to yourselves. And even if your best friend swore up and down that your $375 shiny bridesmaid dress could be shortened and worn again, get serious. Meanwhile, anyone else notice that most people only want to save cute animals? At Central Park’s SummerStage, the Roots, De La Soul and designer Marc Ecko throw a “Save the Rhinos” concert. Saving a whale is totally last century.
[Sixth Annual Young Friends of Film Honors, Walter Reade Theater, 8 p.m., http://www.filmlinc.com; Marc Ecko Presents Save the Rhinos, doors open at 6 p.m., show starts at 6:30 p.m., SummerStage in Central Park, http://www.ticketmaster.com.
When did everyone decide that the buddy system was the best way to write a novel? Sarah Bushweller Castellano and Emily Morris publish together as”Libby Street,” who is having “her” book party tonight for Happiness Sold Separately. Sigh. Whatever-there’s nothing on television, so you may as well strap on those jelly shoes for lots of pink drinks and boy-bashing. If you think of yourself as the arty type, bring your clove cigarettes to the opening of Fresh Paint at th e Lehmann Maupin Gallery. The show features the work of young, heretofore-undiscovered American and European artists, though the gallery’s publicist anticipates that only the American artists will actually show up. Figures. And for you thrifty brides out there (or for you slightly demented single gals), there’s a Wedding Salon sample sale with 30 to 80 percent off Vera Wang and Nicole Miller. Take that, smug June brides!
[Book party for Happiness Sold Separately, G2, 400 West 14th Street, 7:30 p.m., 917-432-1224; opening reception for Fresh Paint at Lehmann Maupin Gallery, 540 West 26th Street, 6 to 8 p.m., http://www.lehmannmaupin.com; Wedding Salon Sample Sale, Metropolitan Pavilion Gallery, 125 West 18th Street, fourth floor, noon to 7 p.m., http://www.4pmweddingsalon.com.
Rich kids spotted outdoors! The Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts Young Patrons Society (whose members pay for their social lives) is invited to shake its collective groove thing outside at a “Mambo Fling at Midsummer Night Swing.” Expect more bad rhymes at the open bar. Find some air-conditioning at the Museum of the Moving Image’s double feature of James Toback’s 1978 Fingers and the new French remake, The Beat That My Heart Skipped. The always entertaining Mr. Toback will talk about the films after the screening. (Ask him where he’d be if Robert Downey Jr. hadn’t saved his ass by appearing in his movie Two Girls and a Guy!) Meanwhile, the always unpredictable Robert Melee is hosting an evening with friends, including ’05 Biennial Burlesque stripper (or something) Julie Atlas Muz, at the Kitchen. We’re told Ms. Muz will perform her premiere of”Mr. Pussy.” Me- OW!
[Mambo Fling, Lincoln Center Fountain Cafe, Josie Robertson Plaza, Broadway at 64th Street, 7 to 10 p.m., 212-875-5423; double feature at the Museum of the Moving Image, 35 Avenue at 36th Street, Astoria, 7 p.m., http://www.movingimage.us; Robert Melee’s Talent Show, the Kitchen, 512 West 19th Street, http://www.thekitchen.org.
Happy Canada Day! All the expatriates from the Upper North Side ( way north) will be huddled together in solidarity at Joe’s Pub for “A Celebration of Canadian Song.” And while we know that all of the “cool” bands currently hail from Montreal, we still worry that there’s going to be an awful lot of Avril and Alanis. If Canucks cavorting isn’t your thing, an urban storyteller ( meep!) named Bilal tells stories in the Prospect Park Bandshell with R&B singer Martha Redbone. Or take yourself to the cinema and try to decide who is creepier: aliens or Tom Cruise (or are they one and the same?).
[“A Celebration of Canadian Song,” Joe’s Pub at the Public Theater, 425 Lafayette Street, 7:30 p.m., 212-239-6200; Celebrate Brooklyn!, Prospect Park Bandshell, 7:30 p.m., http://www.celebratebrooklyn.org; War of the Worlds, for theaters and showtimes, http://www.moviefone.com.
If you usually avoid the jolly German tourists elbowing around Times Square with giant Old Navy bags, today embrace the fanny pack and head over to the Times Square Block Party. “It’s just a good time in the middle of Times Square,” promises publicist Joe Giovanni. “With over 10,000 people.” Now that’s the good time we’ve been waiting for since we were 5! Even better, the party just happens to be sponsored by the Church of Scientology! But don’t worry, they’re not taking over the city … or are they? Meanwhile, if you’re up for taking the B train to Coney Island, the Coney Island Museum is showcasing a campy double feature. “The down-at-the-heels ambience of the Coney Island, with its funhouse mirrors, sideshow banners, heyday memorabilia and creaky floors, makes a perfect venue for some of the cheesiest cult classics ever to grace the silver screen,” said Rob Leddy, the organizer. Tonight’s lineup includes 1962’s Satan in High Heels, which follows a carnival burlesque dancer as she sleeps with an older man and his son, followed by 1967’s Way Out Topless, a go-go extravaganza sporting as many bobbing, bouncy beehives as an apiary. Or try lying on the floor and thinking about how you got here.
[Times Square Block Party, 46th Street between Seventh and Eighth avenues, 10 a.m. to 6 pm., 212-809-4900; Coney Island Museum Saturday Night Film Series, the Coney Island Museum, 1208 Surf Avenue, 8 p.m., 718-372-5159, http://www.coneyisland.com/films.shtml.
If your idea of fun is closer to Scrooged than Stripes, forsake the Fourth of July weekend pleasantries and put up your angry little feet in a dark theater of cynicism. Kiyoshi Kurosawa’s Bright Future (2003), a film whose plot centers on a poisonous jellyfish, is the last catch (sorry) of the Asian City Films series at the Museum of the Moving Image in Queens. Expect that borough’s new brand of hipsters to show. In other Asian news, Chinatown celebrates the Fourth a day early, with a parade to “celebrate American patriotism.” (See if Rudy shows up to chase youngsters setting off illegal firecrackers!) However, be aware that in addition to a kung-fu demonstration, there’s a fleet of life-sized, demonic, street-walking Pokémon. Meep.
[ Bright Future, Museum of the Moving Image, 35th Avenue at 36th Street in Astoria, 4:30 pm., 718-784-0077, http://www.movingimage.us; Independence Day in Chinatown, Mott Street between Canal and Bayard, noon to 5: p.m., http://www.explorechinatown.com.
Happy Independence Day! God bless America-and what better way to celebrate than watching a Japanese guy eat a lot of hot dogs? “Kobayashi is the greatest athlete in the world,” said Richard Shea, the president of the International Federation of Competitive Eating. The Nathan’s hot-dog eating contest has made a superstar of Takeru Kobayashi, a skinny 26-year-old fellow who can munch 53.5 hot dogs in one hour (hold the relish, Mother!). Today, at high noon, U.S. defender Sonya Thomas (weight: 100 pounds; personal record: 32 dogs and buns) will face Mr. Kobayashi.”You never know what’s going to happen,” said Mr. Shea. “It’s not a puppet show-it’s a sport.” Yeah, and we’re Charles friggin’ Dickens! O.K.! Those with weaker stomachs can go hear lullaby songsmiths Yo La Tengo at Battery Park. “Each of us can eat 10 hot dogs a minute,” said bassist James McNew, cracking wise. “But we do it just for the love of the game. We’re not about competing; we just want to do well.” The band will be playing all their watery ballad hits today, with 90’s alt-phenom Stephen Malkmus and his band, the Jicks, opening the show. And if you believe that being an American means spending those almighty dollars, then for almost 300 bucks you can glimpse tonight’s fireworks from the water with a five-hour “dinner sail” from the South Street Seaport. We love it when the sky smells burnt.
[The Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest, 1310 Surf Avenue, noon; Yo La Tengo with Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks, Battery Park, between Bridge and Pearl Streets, 3:30 pm., http://www.rivertoriver.org.; Pioneer Cruise, South Street Seaport, 5 p.m., 212-748-8590.]
Cherry pie? One-armed men? Hotties in aprons? No, not a nursing home, you silly goose-it’s Twin Peaks, the wonderful, cultish TV series that is unfortunately being “ironized” by the smug Williamsburg set. For 15 Tuesdays in a row, the Laila Lounge has been screening two episodes a night and serving up free cherry pie. Tonight, the finale of Season 2: Can Agent Cooper rescue Annie from the clutches of Windom Earle-let alone the spirit of BOB-to justice? And what the heck’s going on in that Black Lodge, anyway? Check it out … it’s like a zoo for philosophy majors! (The woods are not what they seem.) Across town, Elmo Lounge sponsors that zany troupe, Tweed Theater, for the weekly “Bad Books Reading Series,” where comedians and poets read from 1950’s self-help books, Jewel poems, Naomi Campbell’s “supermodel mystery”-but we bet they’re too chicken to poke fun at Jonathan Franzen! Troupe members proclaim that the readings are part of a long line in the “established tradition of making fun of those more fortunate.” We thought that was what Us Weekly was for.
[ Twin Peaks Tuesdays, the Laila Lounge, 113 North Seventh Street, 718-486-6791, http://www.lailalounge.com; Bad Books Reading Series, Elmo Lounge, 156 Seventh Avenue, 9 p.m., 213-337-8000, http://www.tweedtheater.org/litlite.
Pull out your starting blocks and sprint over to Rockefeller Center to join the crowd of lovable dorks crowded round the telly to find out if the International Olympic Committee members have gone completely insane and decided to award the games to New York after all. Meanwhile, if you’re scared of feet, avoid Wave Hill’s Barefoot Dancing Party, at which everyone is “invited” to remove their shoes at the gate and dance around to live Kotchegna music by musicians from the Côte d’Ivoire. “We’ve gotten like 600 people before,” said Julia Waters, spokesgal for Wave Hill. “People can kick off their shoes and really dance outside, overlooking the Hudson River and the Palisades.” What are we, hippies?
[NYC2012 announcement, Rockefeller Center, 50th Street between Fifth and Sixth avenues, 212-953-2012, http://www.nyc2012.com; Barefoot Dancing: Kotchegna, Wave Hill, 675 West 252nd Street, 718-549-3200, http://www.wavehill.org.