Join Drew Grant and Daniel D’Adderio as they discuss the Academy Awards in real time! Who will win? Brad Pitt? George Clooney? Meryl Streep??! It’s all so exciting!
This morning, thousands upon tens of New Yorkers are realizing they have to go see Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, as that film was announced as one of nine Oscar Best Picture nominees.
Big surprises of the morning included that film’s nomination for Best Picture, the inclusion of Best Actor nominees Demian Bichir and Gary Read More
Tomorrow morning will bring that early-morning announcement of this year’s Oscar nominees–with the attention-desperate wrinkle that no one knows how many nominees there will be. Herewith, our predictions, for last-minute entries into your office pool (if yours is the sort of office at which Oscar nominations are the subject of a pool. Ours is not, Read More
Bicycles have won some powerful enemies in the city as they have grown more popular. For every David Bryne there is a Chuck Schumer. But perhaps the city might need to rethink its cycling policy now that Mr. Manhattan himself has come out against them.
In an interview with Interview.com, none other than Woody Allen says that the profusion of bikes is what annoys him more than anything else in the city these days.
As New Yorkers, there’s nothing that we love more than bagels, being mean to tourists, and Woody Allen. Yet for some reason we had our dates mixed up (damn you, TiVo!) and forgot to record Robert Weide‘s 2-part “definitive” documentary of the prolific director for PBS. We haven’t been this mad since Netflix lost our DVD of Bill Moyers’ interview with Joseph Campbell at George Lucas’ ranch!
Lucky for us (and you!) PBS is now screening the two parter Woody Allen: A Documentary from its American Masters series. On the Internet. Thanks to that $20 pledge we made last year. Now go, put on your headphones, and pretend like you’re doing something work-related.
After suffering through the fetid Relatively Speaking, my pain must have shown in the scowl on my face as I trudged toward the exit at the Brooks Atkinson Theatre. “To get it, you have to be Jewish,” said a woman ahead of me. What nonsense. Since when do you have to be gay to see the truth in The Boys in the Band, or black to be moved by the universal humanity of Lorraine Hansberry or August Wilson? My date was Jewish, and she didn’t laugh either. Well, she later admitted over a badly needed post-theater nightcap, she did laugh at a couple of lines. O.K., two laughs in a 2½ hour evening of three alleged one-act “comedies” is not what I call much of a success, and Relatively Speaking is a vulgar, poker-faced failure of dire proportions. You don’t have to be Jewish to know bad writing, hysterical overacting and lame direction when you see it, even if the guilty perpetrators include Elaine May and Woody Allen, two of my heroes, actors such as Marlo Thomas and Steve Guttenberg, and director John Turturro, who should stick to acting. All of them have triumphed on previous occasions. This is not one of them.
Wilhelm Reich wrote The Function of the Orgasm in 1927, and The Sexual Revolution in 1936. He studied psychoanalysis under Sigmund Freud, caused a scandal on two continents, and composed a theory of existence based on the orgasm. Women loved him. Governments surveilled him. His books were burned in Nazi Germany, and burned in New Read More
Today is Marshall McLuhan’s 100th birthday and for those who really do know nothing of his work (at least beyond “the medium is the message”) there is no shortage of opportunities in the news today.
Did you know, for example, that McLuhan was Canadian? Because he has been “virtually forgotten” in his hometown Read More
Now A Major Motion Picture
John O’Brien, the publisher at Dalkey Archive Press in Chicago, has seen steady sales of Gertrude Stein’s The Making of Americans for the past sixteen years.
“Given the size of the novel (925 pages) and its ‘difficulty,’ it has always sold relatively well (perhaps with an emphasis on ‘relatively’),” wrote Mr. O’Brien in an e-mail Read More
I’ve always said that Woody Allen on a bad day is better than everybody else on Sunday. Since he makes more movies than anyone else-and turns them out faster than procreating gerbils–this adage has become a reality. But Mr. Allen is an artist brimming with vitality and imagination, always ready to explore new ideas. When Read More