“I’m ugly,” wailed my roommate, GiGi, a 5’11” Brazilian stunner who’d just booked a huge national campaign. It was a hot Saturday in the summer of 1993. Robert De Niro was our neighbor. We weren’t real estate moguls or investment bankers. We were models living in the then up-and-coming neighborhood of Tribeca, eight of us in a slapdash two-bedroom apartment. We were all under 18. It was the third time that month that GiGi had been dumped. Read More
Almost three hours long, a lugubrious sludge of mud soup called Cloud Atlas deserves a limp nod for pure guts, I suppose, but what I’d really like to do is burn it. Based on a genre-switching, era-hopping, style-abusing, tempo-thumping novel by David Mitchell that everyone has always labeled “unfilmable,” the labyrinthine, ridiculously bloated—$100-million, anybody?—head-scratcher of a movie is the mess that proves it.
Coming at us in sections like an exploding garbage truck, this adaptation is a single film that weaves an incomprehensible literary gumbo of unrelated stories in multiple time frames over a span of 500 years. Whew!
With only thirteen days left in 2009—seriously, where did this year go?—it should come as no surprise that Hollywood is pulling out the big guns. Five films reach theaters today, but all everyone will really care about come Monday is the one with 10-foot tall blue aliens. As we do every Friday, here’s a handy Read More
On the morning of Thursday, June 11, the damp and leafy Riverdale campus of the Ethical Culture Fieldston School welcomed a tall, curly-headed visitor to deliver the commencement address before its graduating upper class of boys and girls in blue caps and gowns.
Will Ferrell did not have a child graduating from the school. Read More
Monday: Sense and Sensibility
Forget about Bridget Jones’s Diary or Love, Actually (but just for a minute!). This 1995 Ang Lee film is about as satisfying a romantic film as you are going to get, compliments of Jane Austen (natch). There’s the always-fabulous Emma Thompson (who wrote the screenplay) as poor good-girl Elinor Dashwood, Read More
A probably not pregnant Mary-Kate Olsen hung out in a "faux abandoned meth lab" with boyfriend Nate Lowman at Art Basel Miami Beach last week. [Intelligencer, P6]
Brad Pitt thinks it’s "inappropriate" for Angelina Jolie to make friends with the couple’s household staff. [Read More
Call it the mystery of the overwrought director. Last night while perusing the internets we saw a story posted on Ain’t It Cool News about director James L. Brooks’ latest project, a (probable) mawkish romantic comedy starring Hugh Grant and Sarah Jessica Parker for Sony Pictures. The story almost seemed ominous in alluding that the Read More
Old flames, it seems, snuff hard. For the second time in a month, Hugh Grant and his onetime girlfriend, Elizabeth Hurley, have been spotted together—most recently at New York’s J.F.K. Apparently more of a Bruce Willis-and-Demi Moore kind of relationship than something less platonic, Mr. Grant, 47, tagged along with Ms. Hurley, 42, Read More
Music and Lyrics is not a milestone in cinema history, but after the plethora of alleged comedies we’ve been getting lately, this feel-fine rom-com with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore is a perfect warm-hearted, heart-shaped antidote to the winter blahs. It is also the perfect date-flick valentine.
The affable Mr. Grant, who is finally Read More
Lovin’ on the fans!
In case you’re hoping to win Gawker’s contest to get a cameraphone picture of George Clooney out in the city today, we can save you some trouble:
When we reported earlier this week that City Bakery on West 18th Street would be closed for the filming Read More