How much worse can things get for journalists?
Newspapers and magazines are closing; the ones that remain grow thinner by the week as if somehow cursed; freelance budgets are being slashed and staffers accustomed to taking it easy are being forced to write like their livelihoods depend on it. (Hint: They do.) The only Read More
“Sex is good! Sex is really, really, really good!” the actor William H. Macy said. “Sex? Love! It’s fine! I have two little girls, and I don’t care if they see sex. It’s not going to hurt them. Violence, however, will.”
Then his voice rose an octave. “Even bad sex is O.K.!” he said.
Nick Cave is the Christopher Walken of pop music. Both performers love to create and inhabit characters that carry creepiness to uncharted heights. And yet they manage to infuse those characters with an emotional commitment so strong that we’re often as attracted to them as we are repulsed.
Take, for example, Mr. Walken’s performance as Read More
If I had to choose a favorite Chekhov play, it would be The Seagull . Who can resist a play about
theater and love? And here we have one about a famous actress and an aspiring
actress mirrored by a famous writer and an aspiring writer. What could be
better-or more deceptive-than a Chekhov drama Read More
At 1:50 p.m. on September 7, screen and stage actor Christopher Walken sat in the driver’s seat of his black Cadillac Seville sedan, in a parking space on the street in front of his second residence, a ground-floor apartment on West 80th Street. He was wearing a black T-shirt and faded black cotton pants with Read More
Whites Trashed
On the evening of July 30 , Coyote Ugly , a Flashdance -like movie inspired by a bar in the East Village, premiered at the Ziegfeld Theater on West 54th Street. After the screening, the crowd departed the red-velvet palace between the zaps of flashbulbs and paraded slowly through the drizzle to Read More
What a lovely, mad idea to turn James Joyce’s “The Dead” into a musical! The story itself, a masterpiece of decorous gentility and loss, is famously the last short story in Joyce’s Dubliners , and its elegaic, introspective tone would seem a million miles away from the glitz and dross of Broadway.
That the unusual Read More
Here’s a simple multiple-choice question on the subject of gender politics. Are you (a) gay, (b) straight, (c) both, (d) does not apply, or (e) undecided but still working on it? Choose any option and you’ll find there’s something for you in The Object of My Affection , one of the happiest, most intelligent and Read More
