As John Turturro approached the head table, the president of the Brooklyn Academy of Music, Karen Brooks Hopkins, rose from her seat. “I present to you the consul general of Sicily,” she said in jest, introducing the actor to her tablemates, a group that included South African Consul General George Monyemangene, his wife, Louise Monyemangene, and Mr. Turturro’s better half, Katherine Borowitz.
It was a frigid night, smack in the middle of the city’s latest cold snap. Inside the grand foyer of the Peter Jay Sharp Building, however, the atmosphere was warm and bubbly. Many had braved the elements for BAM’s 2013 Theater Benefit, an evening honoring renowned British theater and film director Peter Brook and celebrating the U.S. premiere of his latest (quite beautiful) production, The Suit.
James Franco (and David Cross, John Turturro, et al) have reason to be worried: Harry Potter is about to smash your portrayal of New York beat poet Allen Ginsberg into dust. Daniel Radcliffe, fresh from filming the Victorian horror flick The Woman In Black has reportedly joined the cast of Kill Your Darlings (not to be confused with the 2006 flick with the same name) as the famous (and infamous) part of Jack Kerouac/Ginsberg/Lucien Carr trio.
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After suffering through the fetid Relatively Speaking, my pain must have shown in the scowl on my face as I trudged toward the exit at the Brooks Atkinson Theatre. “To get it, you have to be Jewish,” said a woman ahead of me. What nonsense. Since when do you have to be gay to see the truth in The Boys in the Band, or black to be moved by the universal humanity of Lorraine Hansberry or August Wilson? My date was Jewish, and she didn’t laugh either. Well, she later admitted over a badly needed post-theater nightcap, she did laugh at a couple of lines. O.K., two laughs in a 2½ hour evening of three alleged one-act “comedies” is not what I call much of a success, and Relatively Speaking is a vulgar, poker-faced failure of dire proportions. You don’t have to be Jewish to know bad writing, hysterical overacting and lame direction when you see it, even if the guilty perpetrators include Elaine May and Woody Allen, two of my heroes, actors such as Marlo Thomas and Steve Guttenberg, and director John Turturro, who should stick to acting. All of them have triumphed on previous occasions. This is not one of them.
Chintzy by night, Italian steak house Bond 45 is pleasant in the morning. There is no noise but the murmur of waitstaff and the quiet clink of crystal, and it’s easy to squint at the mirrored walls and float back in time to Broadway’s heyday, when Ziegfield’s girls danced on the building’s roof.
Can a work of art be described as a religious experience at a time when, if not dead, God has at the very least ceded sole proprietorship over that sprawling diocese of human language that for centuries was used to necessarily invoke him?
Painted between 1971 and 1974, the three panels of Simon Dinnerstein’s The Read More
At the Moth Ball on Tuesday, Nov. 18, Salman Rushdie was awarded the 2008 Moth Award for his storytelling abilities and everyone wore silly hats in the tradition of the whimsical literary organization. But the cocktail chatter centered around the question of: Was she or wasn’t she?
"Well, has she been yet?" Mr. Rushdie asked Read More
The Metropolitan Opera’s opening-night gala—held this year on Monday, Sept. 22—is one of the premiere fall benefits. It precedes other major society happenings like the Whitney Museum of Art gala on Oct. 20, the New York Public Library Lions Benefit on Nov. 3 and the Lincoln Center gala on Nov. 10. But while tickets to Read More
Miracle at St. Anna
Written by James McBride
Directed by Spike Lee
Starring John Turturro, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Derek Luke, Michael Ealy, Laz Alonso, Omar Benson Miller, Matteo Sciabordi, John Leguizamo
Spike Lee’s Miracle at St. Anna, from a screenplay by James McBride (in English, Italian, Read More
Brooklyn-based actor John Turturro has stepped in to help bail out Park Slope’s debt-ridden Community Bookstore, according to Sunday’s New York Times.
Facing foreclosure, the owner of the Seventh Avenue indie retailer, Catherine Bohne, reportedly "offered up to 49 percent ownership in the store to a group of friends willing to Read More
When John Turturro mined the subsoil of his Brooklyn childhood in order to write and direct Romance & Cigarettes, getting filthy apparently wasn’t a concern. The racy musical dressed in a romantic comedy’s clothing, which is playing now at Film Forum, mixes up a stiff cocktail of the scruff-and-buff passions of a New York City Read More