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Stacey Kent’s The Boy Next Door (Candid): Put on Ms. Kent’s album and you’ll understand why Clint Eastwood asked her to sing at his 70th birthday, and why Remains of the Day author Kazuo Ishiguro included one of her CD’s among his “desert island” disc picks for Radio 4 in the U.K. With Ms. Read More
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Beth Orton, The Other Side of Daybreak (Astralwerks). Compilations of B-sides, rarities and remixes tend to sound like the aural equivalent of braunschweiger: all paste and no taste. As with most of her work, however, Beth Orton’s collection of folktronica sundries is a striking exception. A big reason, of course, is her dusky yet Read More
“This is Shakespearean,” said Ted Kavanau, one of the founders of Channel 5′s 10 o’clock news, as he surveyed the sea of taut, ruddy faces, piercing eyes and accessible smiles.
“It certainly isn’t Freudian,” replied agent Richard Liebner.
Actually, the term “Serlingesque”-as in Twilight Zone creator Rod Serling-came to mind. Gathered in the back Read More
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The Raveonettes, Chain Gang of Love (Columbia), the big-label debut from Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo, the Danish duo whose last album, Whip It On , was a cathartic retro blast of fuzzy guitars, driving drumbeats and machine noise. This time around, the Raveonettes sweeten their sonic assault: Chain Gang is more melodic, Read More
In 1931, George Orwell published “A Hanging,” his eyewitness account of an execution at a prison in Burma. Reading the story is like getting a series of stiff jabs to the head, and the first one comes as the guards lead the doomed man from his cell to the gallows. The author noticed that “in Read More
Last July, Christian Curry told a New York Post reporter: “I don’t owe money to a single living ass!” But the former Morgan Stanley junior analyst, whose termination became a cause célèbre in 1998, couldn’t make that claim today. Gil Chachkes, an attorney representing the Manhattan-based weekly newspaper The Black Star News , told The Read More
Even hard-core Vanity Fair readers come up blank when pressed to remember the last time the monthly ran a restaurant review that was more than a few paragraphs long and covered anything other than a) Keith McNally, b) Ian Schrager or c) the establishment’s popularity with the in crowd.
Well, that all changed in the Read More
In the Melrose Avenue office of his production company, Acappella Pictures, Charles Evans Jr. was sorting through a box of oversized photos depicting major moments in Howard Hughes’ life.
There was a shot of Hughes in an aviator cap, stopping in Paris during his 1938 record-setting flight around the world-three days, 19 hours and 17 Read More
In the version of The Hulk that I recently saw, there is a moment where Betty Ross, the partner-in science and love-of the emotionally distant Bruce Banner, asks him if he can remember anything when he becomes the rampaging green monster of the movie’s title.
“It’s like a dream,” Banner tells her.
“About what?” Read More
Vincent Gallo posed a question. “Would you want to go see your movie with 3,500 people?” the shaggy-haired, fierce-eyed filmmaker asked, his sinewy voice piercing the Art Deco stillness of Petrossian. “Just think about it. Would you want to go see your movie with 3,500 opinions?”
Mr. Gallo clanked his fork against his untouched plate Read More
