Volatile publisher Judith Regan on Michael Wolff and his portrayal of her in his recent The Man Who Owns the News: "He’s grossly irresponsible. I’m going to sue him personally, so he’ll have to spend his own money. He projects his own perverted view of the world on everyone else. He is consumed with Read More
One of our favorite moments from Knocked Up happens towards the beginning, when Seth Rogen explains to his friends why Munich is such an awesome film: "That movie has Eric Bana kicking ass. Every movie with Jews, we’re the ones getting killed. Munich flips it on its ear. We’re capping motherfuckers."
With that in mind, Read More
At the Free Arts NYC 8th Annual Art Auction Benefit at the Milk Gallery on Monday, April 23, stars discussed the power of the arts with the Transom.
“Well, just always to encourage someone to seek a creative life is wonderful,” said a glowing Naomi Watts, whose dress, by Australian designer Stephanie Conley, gracefully draped Read More
Eric Bogosian’s Talk Radio is just about the best theatrical expression of our fucked-up culture that I know. Yet it’s scarcely a play. In its toxic essentials, it’s an electrifying solo performance piece for a virtuoso actor. Mr. Bogosian first played the corrosive antihero of his own play at the Public Theater in 1987 and Read More
This is Oskar Eustis’ first season as artistic director of the Public Theater, and of course we all wish him well. The Public is just about the last of our major nonprofit theaters not to sell out to Broadway (though it’s had its shaky moments). Crucially, it’s the only leading nonprofit that seems to be Read More
This is Oskar Eustis’ first season as artistic director of the Public Theater, and of course we all wish him well. The Public is just about the last of our major nonprofit theaters not to sell out to Broadway (though it’s had its shaky moments). Crucially, it’s the only leading nonprofit that seems to be Read More
A few afterthoughts on the perfect revival of David Mamet’s Glengarry Glen Ross, directed by Joe Mantello, at the newly named Bernard B. Jacobs Theatre on 45th Street:
If there were a Tony Award for best ensemble acting, Glengarry’s all-male troupe would surely win it hands down.
Mr. Mamet’s toxic 1984 play is famously Read More
Once more unto the breach, my friends-and this is some breach. We’ve long known that the Public Theatre’s Shakespeare in the Park is a high-risk venture each summer. Anything can happen, and anything usually does. But Mark Wing-Davey’s wayward production of Henry V with Liev Schreiber takes the strudel.
Henry V must be about the Read More
The plays-the disturbingly fashionable plays-of Neil LaBute are problematic for me. Hailed as our leading dramatic voice by some discerning critics, Mr. LaBute’s youngish characters and jerks are nasty pieces of work in themselves: last season’s rock ‘n roll The Shape of Things , for instance, with its vile art student gleefully abusing her naïve, Read More
A few years after the Brazilian bikini wax tore through the city, New York women were ripe for a new gimmick–something extreme to justify the pain and indignity of that half-hour, totally denuding procedure. So some genius came up with the idea of arranging tiny, self-adhesive Swarovski crystals on the newly revealed expanse and charging Read More
