I admit to being very confused on how to deal with this subject. But what’s wrong with that? What’s so wrong with saying ‘I don’t know’? Read More
What they all have in common is a cheering section of supporters, most of whom can put “Oscar nominated” or “member of the Academy” somewhere in their biographies. Read More
The Hollywood Foreign Press Association’s Golden Globes last night were a roller-coaster of fun drunks, unprepared speeches and Matthew McConaughey. Here were our top favorite moments (besides Emma Thompson’s boozy rant against high heels, which we just didn’t have room for but loved anyway), in no particular order.
Imagine the Marx Brothers formed a boy band and were hosting a comedy hour on MTV, and you have something like I Kveld Med Ylvis, the Norwegian talk show for which “The Fox” was created. Since its YouTube release last month, the video has reached more than 100 million viewers, while the song itself has risen to No. 6 on Billboard’s Hot 100.
Brothers Bård and Vegard Ylvisåker, aka Ylvis, visited New York City last week to perform their unexpected hit on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon and Today. They also enjoyed a wine-drenched chat with Kathie Lee and Hoda. “It’s pronounced ‘Bored,’” Bård explained to Kathie Lee, who then touched his knee while wondering if the brothers were romantically involved.
Who can blame the ladies? Bård and Vegard are uncommonly handsome, which may be what is most odd about their extremely odd video. They are, to use an expression Kathie Lee might, “foxes.” But as the Transom discovered in a conversation last Friday, the Ylvisåkers are more accustomed to being objects of laughter than lust. They are, in other words, nerds in fox clothing.
Blame it on the rain, but Shindigger lacked great motivation to hit the town last Monday night—even for the screening of Woody Allen’s new release, Blue Jasmine. The director was somewhere on the Côte d’Azur, we reasoned, so why should we bother?
Nonetheless, Shindigger worked up our party-boy spirit in time for the after-affair at Read More
“I’m in the south of France, so I can’t be there this evening,” began a note from Woody Allen that was read aloud before Monday night’s Peggy Siegal Company screening of his latest film, Blue Jasmine, at MoMA. “I only wish I was in New York and couldn’t be there.”
This fits the notoriously press-shy director’s M.O. During last summer’s premiere of To Rome, With Love, Mr. Allen braved the crowds for the red carpet before beating a hasty exit through some shrubbery to avoid the paparazzi, a feat that many of Jasmine’s stars can probably relate to.
“Jesus Christ,” muttered Louis C.K. as a rogue photographer broke ranks and began flashing blindingly bright lights into the corner where he and his former Parks and Recreation co-star Amy Poehler had sequestered themselves before the film. “Can you believe her?”
Ms. Poehler, in a somewhat more jovial mood, continued regaling the comedian with the story of her recent chat with President Barack Obama.
“He said, ‘Sasha and Malia just love you,’” Ms. Poehler informed Mr. C.K.
“Wait, who and who?” the Louie star deadpanned. “Okay, so what did you say?”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: even on an off day, Woody Allen is better than everyone else on Sunday. But Blue Jasmine is not Woody between triumphs. This is the first-class work of a great talent at the top of his game, cooking on four burners with resolve and focus. This is Woody’s take on A Streetcar Named Desire, with Cate Blanchett combining aspects of her staggering stage performance in the recent Australian tour stopover of the Tennessee Williams classic at the Brooklyn Academy of Music with enough contemporary Diane Keaton neuroses to shed new light on the Freudian forces that drive modern Woody Allen heroines to glamorous self-destruction. Think Blanche DuBois meets Annie Hall. Then go immediately and grab the first available seat to the must-see movie of the summer.
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The fight broke out during the first act of Glengarry Glen Ross.
As Al Pacino and Bobby Cannavale circled each other on the boards, a well-dressed woman in the audience was noisily working her way through a cellophane package of Twizzlers. When a man in the next seat shushed her, the woman’s thuggish husband loudly intervened. Read More
It’s a Monday night without much to do—the social season hasn’t ramped up yet, and what few worthwhile plays are still on have taken the night off. We’re trying to decide which cabaret show to take our out-of-town uncle to: there’s Tony-winner Linda Lavin, performing at 54 Below (the location that once upon a time Read More
Is it the summer of the prestige indies? After the superlative debut of Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom, Woody Allen’s similarly fussy and delightful To Rome With Love landed in theaters this past weekend with an approximate $76,000 per-theater average. Last summer, Mr. Allen had his greatest financial success ever with Midnight in Paris, which Read More