Happy Valentine’s Day! For those with similar evening plans to ours–and if that’s the case, step out now before the Riesling sells out–here’s a ranking of every Sex and the City season. No reasoning is provided as it should be eminently obvious. Read More
Todd Robinson’s Lonely Hearts, from his own screenplay, is the third movie based on the murderous rampage of Martha Beck and Raymond Fernandez in the late 1940’s. That this latest version was made at all is probably due to the fact that Mr. Robinson happens to be the grandson of Nassau County Detective Elmer C. Read More
Ross Is Supreme
To the Editor:
Re Rebecca Dana’s NYTV column “Good Night, ABC! TV Tabloid Empress Packs Up and Leaves” [Dec. 11]: I was the first prosecutor on the Menendez trial.
After my refusing to talk to Ms. Ross during the trial, we became fast friends afterward. I generally despise the media, and therefore Read More
On a recent Sunday night, Charlotte Bocly, who is a 19-year-old sophomore at Marymount Manhattan College and lives on Park Avenue, swept into the bar at the Carlyle Hotel. Petite and winsome, with thick, long blond hair and pale blue eyes, she was wearing a brown Tory Burch jacket over a navy Valentino dress, accessorized Read More
“I was David Hockney’s assistant in the 80s,” said Charlie Scheips, the freelance curator and New York social diarist. “And I knew Andy through that venue and, uh, I said, “This is a time capsule about a time in life when I was a young man and I wanted to…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” snapped a Read More
Freddy’s back with Bill Clinton today on Charlotte Street, where the two men stood together in December of 1997 and made the case for active government.
Of course, Jimmy Carter was the one who made Charlotte street cool in the first place; the picture is from his famous 1977 visit to the ruined Read More
If you want to see British acting at its best, you owe it to yourself to catch the six brilliant actors in the New York premiere of Alan Ayckbourn’s Private Fears in Public Places. I’ll gladly burn a few bridges and say they’re the best ensemble in town, English or American.
And where does that Read More
I am Charlotte Simmons , by Tom Wolfe. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 676 pages, $28.95.
Michiko Kakutani carpet-bombed this novel nearly two weeks before it reached your neighborhood bookstore: “flat-footed,” “tiresomely generic,”"dated,” “stale,” “lackadaisical,” “merely gross,” “cheap, jerry-built,” “messy and predictable,” “disappointingly empty.” The barrage was relentless and cruelly timed, calculated to cause maximum damage, Read More
Sofia Coppola’s Lost in Translation , from her own screenplay, has been universally acclaimed as a triple triumph-for her two inspired leads, Bill Murray and Scarlett Johansson, and for Ms. Coppola herself. Following her debut effort, The Virgin Suicides (1999), Ms. Coppola has not only conquered the sophomore jinx for auteurs, but has transcended it Read More
A big fuss has been made about the brilliance of Doug Wright’s I Am My Own Wife , meticulously directed by Moises Kaufman at Playwrights Horizons, and it would probably keep everyone happy-including myself-if I could join all the enthusiasm. But I’m afraid that I’ve serious doubts about the highly praised piece.
In the Read More
