Despite our dislike for so much of Margot at the Wedding, particularly the final thirty minutes, count us amongst the very many fans of Noah Baumbach. But with the exception of a bizarre short film that he directed for Saturday Night Live last year, Mr. Baumbach has been in relative hiding since 2007 (we Read More
The label Juicy Couture is perhaps best known for outfitting young girls (and sometimes their moms who should know better) in cotton candy-bright velour sweatpants with the word "Juicy" written across the buttocks. Its clothes are often decorated with rhinestones and lots of hardware, combining the image of daddy’s uptown little girl with a little Read More
Great news: Bitches are back!
Being noble and self-denying and altruistic is totally over. Self-involved disco slags with flippy bangs are suddenly all the rage! The caring celeb—that gal who cannot accept an award without professing how “humbled” she is by it—is suddenly déjà vu. The era when even Ginger Spice became a Read More
Great news: Bitches are back!
Being noble and self-denying and altruistic is totally over. Self-involved disco slags with flippy bangs are suddenly all the rage! The caring celeb—that gal who cannot accept an award without professing how “humbled” she is by it—is suddenly déjà vu. The era when even Ginger Spice became a U.N. Read More
Debby’s Party
The playwright and filmmaker Mike Leigh was recently in New York for three days, and on the Thursday he had lunch at Balthazar with Scott Elliott.
The New Group often presents Mr. Leigh’s plays in New York, and their artistic director, Mr. Elliott, always directs: now the dark comedy Abigail’s Party, Read More
Since hitting Broadway in August 1998 to take on the role of Sally Bowles in Cabaret , Jennifer Jason Leigh has become a fixture in New York. Even when she hooked up with stage co-star Alan Cumming to write, direct and produce The Anniversary Party in 2001-a movie that revolves around a Who’s Afraid of Read More
Travolta’s Mission:
Incomprehensible
At the movies, incomprehensible gibberish has become a way
of life, but it usually takes time before a bad movie really stinks. Swordfish wastes no time. It cuts
straight to the chase. It is, to my knowledge, the first piece of trash to
declare its own incompetence in the first Read More
David Cronenberg’s eXistenZ is, among other things, a typographical nightmare with a futuristically inspired 16-item glossary of its own. As in several of his previous horrific enterprises, most notably, They Came From Within (1975), Scanners (1981) and Videodrome (1983), Mr. Cronenberg goes into human orifices where no other filmmaker has gone before. In eXistenZ , Read More
