Blockbuster Inc. has finally succumbed to the Netflix/Redbox curse–according to the Los Angeles Times, the one-time titan of the movie rental industry is set to file bankruptcy in September. Citing insiders who have been “briefed on the matter,” the LAT reports that Blockbuster execs and major debt holders met with movie studios last Read More
HILLY: Sorry I’m late.
DR. SELMAN: Great coat!
HILLY: Thanks!
GEORGE: So, Dr. Selman, you think I might be bipolar. But I gotta tell you, having tried Wellbutrin—it was only for a week, but I know the effect. Today I was in a funk, couldn’t motivate, paralyzed in front of the computer. And I had Read More
Our madcap couple has just returned from having spent Thanksgiving with a large piece of the country between them. We join them in the winter twilight of their therapist’s office.
DR. SELMAN: What did you guys do for Thanksgiving?
HILLY: I went to my friend Alex’s parents’ house in Connecticut.
GEORGE: I went to Kansas Read More
Blockbuster exhibitions are defined by their scope and scale. A staggering array of objects meant to illuminate the accomplishments of an artist, culture or epoch has become the norm—at least for institutions with the clout to pull them off. Audiences are used to seeing (and sometimes tolerating) these ambitious undertakings, hoping there’s a proper aesthetic Read More
AMANDA: When I am not actually at the video store, I can rattle off ten movies I’m desperate to see. But when I’m at Blockbuster, my mind is a blank. Similarly, faced with registering for wedding gifts, the Williams Sonomas and Sur La Tables of the world paralyze me.
I love to cook and Read More
We join our newly cohabitating lovebirds in the swank office of their therapist-confessor. This week, the good doctor arrives at a startling conclusion: Could the libidinous and thirsty two-some have a problem with … communication?
GEORGE: So the rent check bounced. We had a little bit of a problem with the rent. Hilly paid Read More
The Brooklyn Papers (pdf) has a handy chart listing the various business closings up and down Court Street that have the nabe all up in arms. It seems that some of these closings are just rumors (the Cobble Hill Cinema’s demise, it seems, is greatly exaggerated). But some are for real.
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Vincent Van Gogh: The Drawings has left the Met, and not a moment too soon. Am I the only New Yorker happy that the tempestuous Dutchman has hit the road?
Whenever the Van Gogh name gets onto a museum marquee, you’re guaranteed an environment bereft of oxygen. I’m not talking about the crowds. It’s Read More
God, I don’t know if I can go through with this, I thought to myself on the way to my first session of couples’ therapy.
I’m 37 years old, and unless I get confined to a wheelchair and need round-the-clock care (Nurse! Nurrrrse!), I see no reason to get married because, after all, marriage equals Read More
God having lavished so much on the exterior, Natalie Portman doesn’t deserve an inner life. Only a supernal emptiness could do her justice, and might spare her from the ravages visited on her one true precedent, the young Liz Taylor, a woman smart enough to seek revenge on her own God-given perfection. Ms. Portman is Read More
