By The Editors 3/21/12 10:26am

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Lawrence of The Hunger Games. (Jason Merritt/Getty Images)

March Madness

We love this time of year. Spring is in the air, we get an extra hour of daylight, and people are placing bets in offices across the country on who they think will win in their favorite division brackets.

No, we’re not talking about March Madness. We’re talking about The Hunger Games, the latest YA book-to-screen sensation that had its premiere in New York and L.A. this week. (For the over-18 crowd, we’re still waiting on Harvey Weinstein to buy the rights to  E L James’ Fifty Shades of Grey.)

If you don’t want to pay $20 for an IMAX ticket (including the price of the KitKat bar and the Nalgene of merlot that you slipped into the theater), you can watch your own version of The Hunger Games play out down at Zuccotti Park. That’s right: Occupy Wall Street has come out of its winter hibernation to clash with the police once more. Read More

By Ted Gushue 1/21/12 3:31pm

Sundance Film Festival

Wiz Khalifa at Bing Bar.

Plucky Search Engines, Elijah Wood and the Art of the Sundance Open Bar

Walking down the main drag in Park City, The Observer remembered one thing: This place is tiny. We’re talking NoLita tiny. Nestled between Park City and Deer Valley Ski Resorts, the diminutive town transforms itself once a year, at the crack of Robert Redford’s whip, into the epicenter of the Sundance Film Festival. It’s 10:30 p.m. on the first night (sort of), and this frigid hamlet is slammed. Read More

By Aaron Gell 1/10/12 11:11am

Awards Season

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Bérénice Bejo and Diane von Furstenberg

Doggone It! Harvey Weinstein and DVF Celebrate The Artist

Gossip columnist Liz Smith made her way through the dining room of the Monkey Bar on Monday afternoon, where Harvey Weinstein, Diane von Furstenberg and George Stevens, Jr. were hosting a promotional lunch on behalf of The Artist—the black-and-white silent movie that Mr. Weinstein is gently, persuasively shepherding toward an Academy Award for Best Picture—and surveyed the scene, perched side-saddle in a red leather booth. Ms. Smith, who is supposedly in her eighties, looked a few decades younger in a black leather jacket with white stitching from Carlisle. Read More

By Nate Freeman 10/11/11 7:29pm

The Wee Hours

Ms. Mulligan, Ms. Williams, Ms. Dunst.

The Wee Hours: Sex and Death at Alice Tully Hall

“Wow, this is it, this view, New York City!” Michael Fassbender said after opening the door to the roof of the Standard, where the glass buildings lining the West Side bound forth from the meatpacking district toward midtown.

It was Friday night, and The Observer had just watched the New York Film Festival’s screening of Read More

By Paula Froelich 8/02/11 5:41pm

Splitsville

S.J.P. and Harvey before the split from Halston.

Halston’s Bad Fit: Committing Harvey-Carrie!

On the evening of April 30, 2010, the fashion elite all trundled downtown en masse for the Tribeca Film Festival premiere of Ultrasuede: In Search of Halston, a new documentary that delves into the extraordinary life of the jet-set designer and the elegant tunics and billowing dresses for Read More