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.
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
The Eight-Day Week
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
Big talents, like everybody else, deserve a day off. And sure enough, in the illustrious Woody Allen canon, To Rome With Love is a very minor entry that should be accompanied by a sign that says “Gone fishing.”
Having forsaken New York (temporarily, I hope) for an uneven European tour that includes stops in London, Barcelona and Paris, Woody now sends home a pretty but vapid tourist postcard of Rome that is nothing more than stale bolognese coarsened by a compendium of numbingly familiar clichés. Just how stale is evident as a cheesy rendition of “Volare” overwhelms the opening credits. From there, his 44th film as a director is a labored farce that makes few demands on the talents of its all-star cast and ends up as boring as it is preposterous.
Monday evening, Woody Allen announced the cast of his yet-to-be-titled film, set in San Francisco and New York. (This is different from his upcoming summer feature with Jesse Eisenberg, To Rome With Love, which is set in Rome.)
The cast is…eclectic, to say the least. To say the most would be calling it the work of either an insane genius or just a regular insane person. Let’s take a look, shall we?
Woody Allen, director of the upcoming From Rome With Love as well as a few other things, may be taking Lindsay Lohan under his wing. People reports that the New York director and the Long Island star got dinner at Phillippe on Saturday night, a week after Ms. Lohan attended the White House Read More