The Eight-Day Week

The ordinary mortals’ room at P.J. Clarke’s

To Do Friday: Room at the Top

Recently P.J. Clarke’s, that very Mad Men-like eatery, shut the doors to its second floor—but just to the common folk. The special people, or rather its loyal customers, received a membership card that grants access to the rarefied sanctum of floor two, known as the Sidecar. The upstairs space is more elegant and thus quiet, Read More

Publishing

Johnny Depp, at Barnes and Noble Union Square (Getty Images)

Johnny Depp to Launch Harper Imprint

Harper, an imprint of HarperCollins, has announced its partnership with actor Johnny Depp for a new publishing imprint, the predictably Goth-ishly named Infinitum Nihil. The imprint, Latin for “Hasn’t been edgy since Ed Wood,” is to publish Douglas Brinkley’s Unraveled Tales of Bob Dylan. Mr. Brinkley, a noted historian, profiled Mr. Depp for Vanity Fair in 2009. Mr. Read More

movies

Dark Shadows

Dark Shadows Is Better Off Dead

Dark Shadows is outdated, unwelcome and unbearable. Based on a cornball daytime soap opera from the 1960s about an 18th-century vampire living in a 20th-century town on the coast of Maine, it’s so silly that you’d have to be 10 years old to find the boo factor. Read More

movies

Depp.

More Fun To Be Had At A.A. Meeting Than Watching Mediocre Adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson’s The Rum Diary

The Rum Diary, based on another literary punch-out by gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson, was made three years ago, shelved in some musty editing room where unreleasable movies go, and looks it. The dust still shows.

Johnny Depp is dismally miscast as the alter ego of the rebellious author with the “screw you” attitude—a wasted, beat-up alcoholic who goes to Puerto Rico to work for a doomed newspaper called the San Juan Star whose faltering editor (Richard Jenkins, unrecognizable in a gray wig) is helpless to draw much attention to world events on a lawless island overwhelmed by gangsters and riots. Read More

Gala Affairs

MoMA Picks Kathryn Bigelow for Film Prize/Party

The Museum of Modern Art has picked Kathryn Bigelow to honor at its annual fund-raising Film Gala. (It’s MoMA’s recently-hatched version of the Met’s tony cash-cow, the Costume Institute Ball.) Apart from her shiny Oscars, of course, Best-Director Bigelow’s an unlikely candidate: The two previous winners, Baz Luhrmann and Tim Burton, were known for extremely Read More