There was a horn of plenty for Shindigger last week, as invite upon invite boasted gastronomic splendors and choice libations—and none disappointed, from savory amuse-bouche at Monday night’s after-party for Robert Redford’s The Company You Keep to a lavish cornucopia at the AIPAD Photography Show’s Wednesday night opening gala at the Park Avenue Armory. But Read More
You know how you’re supposed to be suicidal when someone refers to Robert De Niro as “Bobby” because you know you’ll never be that intimate with someone so vitally important to the cultural life of the city? Well, the same is true of Robert Redford, who was called to the stage by Sony Pictures honcho Tom Read More
Robert Redford is back, as producer, director and star of The Company You Keep, and he must keep his talent preserved in a drawer with his old socks, because in the noxious ozone of today’s films, he adds some genuine class and intelligence to the amateurishness around us. A firm believer that big-screen entertainment can Read More
Sundance Film Festival, perhaps the most sporty/mainstream of all the cinema fests (Cannes more about getting drunk in the sun and being weird, SXSW is more about being the next Lena Dunham), is currently full swing. Which means that all the celebrities have mercifully vacated the premises for a week and are up in Utah, pretending to know what those white, flaky stuff on the ground happens to be. Though we haven’t seen the film selection this year because we’re still not allowed in NC-17-rated films, we do have our own Grand Jury selection awards to hand out for Excellence in Sundancing. Take a look. Read More
It has been 18 years since I was last associated with a Hollywood movie—I had a very minor credit on Pumpkinhead II, starring the amazingly talented presidential brother Roger Clinton as “The Mayor”—and this week, at the Venice Film Festival, felt like a walk back in time. In addition to covering the festival for The Observer, I was there to see off my small investment in an independent movie called Kiss of the Damned, which was closing the festival.
Venice is like a smaller Cannes: lots of premieres, stars and glamour, but without the large scale-madness of its French counterpart. Medium-sized commercial movies play alongside smaller, niche pictures. Harmony Korine’s Spring Breakers, Robert Redford’s The Company you Keep and Brian De Palma’s The Passion all premiered, as did a retrospective of Michael Cimino’s Heaven’s Gate.
My only criticism of the Venice Film Festival is that it’s hard to motivate oneself to go to these movies during the day, when you have a combination of perfect weather, one of the world’s most beautiful cities and whatever residual bleariness from covering all those late-night parties. Read More
Walking down the main drag in Park City, The Observer remembered one thing: This place is tiny. We’re talking NoLita tiny. Nestled between Park City and Deer Valley Ski Resorts, the diminutive town transforms itself once a year, at the crack of Robert Redford’s whip, into the epicenter of the Sundance Film Festival. It’s 10:30 p.m. on the first night (sort of), and this frigid hamlet is slammed. Read More
Gay Talese was on the edge of his seat. James Salter stood in a canvas jacket, about to give his speech at the Paris Review Spring Revel in his cracked but majesterial tenor, and Gay Talese was really, really liking it.
“He was just giddy,” said Philip Gourevitch, who took over the Review after Read More
On Monday evening to celebrate an at long last sunny afternoon, New Yorkers gathered at MoMA for the premiere of Robert Redford’s historical courtroom drama, The Conspirator, starring James McAvoy and Robin Wright Penn. Freshly shaven legs and flirty skirts prevailed as guests glided down the escalators towards the subterranean theater. All the stars in Read More
On Thursday evening, after a screening of his new Civil War film, The Conspirator, Robert Redford was describing his personal political evolution, which began at age 13 with an award from his U.S. senator, Richard Nixon.
“I didn’t know anything at that point,” Mr. Redford, who grew up in Los Angeles, told Time editor Rick Read More
Manhattan Transfers Cheat Sheet
— Hubbell prefers Hollywood, and so, too, it seems may the Redford clan. Amy Redford, the golden boy’s 39-year-old daughter, has sold her Greenwich Village apartment for $985,000. The mailing address listed on the deed is a Los Angeles one. The wispy blonde was born and grew up on the Upper East Side and also has a Read More
