Even from the trailer, the mood of Wes Anderson’s The Grand Budapest Hotel seems darker, more adult, than any of his work since Bottle Rocket. Sure, it’s still super-whimsical, with a bunch of Anderson-ites (Bill Murray, Adrien Brody, Edward Norten, Jeff Goldblum, Owen Wilson, Jason Schwartzman) hanging out on the snow-capped peak of a European mountain in a pink hotel, punching each other in the face and offering quippy, seemingly non-sequitor one-liners.
HBO is in development on a series based on a This American Life segment–material less capacious than, say, The Corrections (another upcoming HBO project) and yet as intriguing. The story is about a workaday fellow who tries to break out of his rut (very Nate on Six Feet Under!) by rescuing Read More
The Big Year is arguably the best movie ever made about … bird watching? Yes, you heard me right. Now there’s a subject that should have them lined up around the block, fighting to get in. Maybe I’m wrong. A lot of people pay dues to join the Audubon Society. I am not one of them.
The hotel guests at Dream Downtown had suitcases, satchels and children piled up next to the check-in counter, waiting interminably for a chance at a room, and as they did swirls of fashionable men and women speed-walked by without a word or a look—they were headed to the last big event of the week, the after-party for Marc Jacobs and his spring and summer collection. The hotel guests ventured an occasional glace at the well-attired cohort with the mysterious wristbands, striding confidently toward the tucked-away area in the back, but mostly they slouched on pieces of luggage and scratched at purple eyes, unknowing of the scene unfolding out of sight.
Hall Pass is garbage waiting for the dump truck. The latest assault on public decency from the pathetic oeuvre of the Farrelly brothers is the same old swill, wrapped in odor-resistant disposable trash bags. What, you expected more? You thought they swallowed elegance pills? Any Farrelly brothers flick (the word “film” does not apply) that Read More
Halloween might be over, but that doesn’t mean the scares have to stop. We wouldn’t go so far as to call Vertigo a “horror movie,” but Master of Suspense Alfred Hitchcock ratchets the tension to such unbearable levels that parts of it are more terrifying than anything you’d see in whatever torture porn Read More
Monday: From Dusk Till Dawn
Now that vampires have taken over the pop culture universe, it might be time to revisit the glorious insanity that is From Dusk Till Dawn. Written by Quentin Tarantino and directed by his longtime friend Robert Rodriguez, the film splits nicely into two halves: the first deals with the Read More
Is it weird that of all the great Owen Wilson screen performances out there—we’re including The Royal Tenenbaums, Zoolander and Marley and Me—we kinda love him the best as the itsy-bitsy miniature cowboy Jedediah in these Night at the Museum movies? We can’t explain it. … The man says “flapjack” and we’re sold. So, yes, Read More
The notorious West Chelsea nightclub where the actress Lindsay Lohan honed her pole-dancing skills may soon be back in business.
Real estate investor Robert Gans has purchased the shuttered Scores West building at 533-535 West 28th Street, where scantily clad dancers entertained numerous celebrities over the years, ranging from radio host Howard Read More
It’s 2 a.m. and you awake with a jerk, alone in your fully lit apartment and still on the couch. On TV, the credits of some movie you’ve already seen a billion times are scrolling by. It feels like rock bottom. And we know, because we’re just like you: single.
Need a movie to keep Read More