Merwin Bloch had considerably less luck in the film business than in 55 Central Park West, the building in which he spent the last few years. The imposing 19-story Art Deco co-op is perhaps best known for its role in the the 1984 film Ghostbusters. It was there that Sigourney Weaver’s character lived, that eggs sprang unbidden from their carton to cook on the counter top, and that the Sta Puft Marshmallow Man of Bill Murray’s nightmares came to his viscous end.
Mr. Bloch, who enjoyed a successful career in advertising, has but one full-length film to his name—1971′s The Telephone Book—a satirical erotic odyssey whose middling initial reception prefaced a descent into obscurity, and for which Mr. Bloch served as producer. But he will no longer need to feel competitive with his building’s relative fame: he has just sold his three-bedroom unit for full asking price of $7.5 million, according to city records.
Robert De Niro, whose acting career has been on hiatus for years, appears once more in mufti in the incomprehensible sci-fi bore Red Lights, playing the kind of role he could exchange with Al Pacino without the audience ever knowing the difference. With the same kind of sullen, bug-eyed somnambulism both actors have become famous for, he appears as a leaden psychic named Simon Silver, who retired from the hugga-mugga business in 1975.
“I’m not dressed like the Kazakh bride,” Sigourney Weaver told The Observer last week.
“I’m wearing Lanvin,” she said in an exaggerated French accent, perhaps a remnant of Fashion Week reverie. Indeed, Ms. Weaver was one of many gowned sophistiquées packed into the main atrium of the Public Library appraising a mannequin clad in traditional Read More
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Stop everything, Alien is on IFC tonight! And we’re aware it’s Valentine’s Day–so what if our take on love privileges enormous man-eating aliens over schmoopy special episodes on broadcast TV? This is Sigourney Weaver’s kickoff to a series that started great, got great, then–whatever, who cares… It’s characterized by lady-fighting action that Angelina Jolie can Read More
An edgy, prize-worthy performance by Woody Harrelson as uncomfortable and raw-knuckled as a bruised fist elevates Rampart. It’s a lacerating look at the life of a dirty cop, set during the immoral, violent and headline-making lawlessness of the Los Angeles Police Department in the Rampart squad scandals of 1999. The background and a lot of the thinly disguised facts assembled by the great crime writer James Ellroy (L.A. Confidential) have been fictionalized to concentrate on one man instead of a whole gang of rogue cops, but Oren Moverman’s sucker punch direction and script (co-written by Mr. Ellroy) reek of authenticity.
Manhattan may soon be getting its newest East River park, and it is not the one downtown at the Seaport.
The Post reports that 1 Sutton Place, the tony co-op that has long enjoyed a private park above the FDR, will soon be turning it over its green space to the city.
The Read More
At the opening of an exhibition dedicated to the poet Emily Dickinson near the Enid A. Haupt Conservatory at the New York Botanical Gardens, on the morning of Thursday, April 29, attendees waiting for Mayor Bloomberg to speak were audibly startled as large placards were knocked over by heavy gusts of wind.
The mayor, however, Read More
Heavy rains and general transportation problems on Saturday, March 13, were not about to stop the annual GLAAD Media Awards on the seventh floor of the Marriott Marquis hotel.
Hosted by a bubbly Alan Cumming, recently cast as Gutsy in the upcoming Smurfs film, the awards were honoring actress Cynthia Nixon and View Read More
On the morning of Thursday, June 11, the damp and leafy Riverdale campus of the Ethical Culture Fieldston School welcomed a tall, curly-headed visitor to deliver the commencement address before its graduating upper class of boys and girls in blue caps and gowns.
Will Ferrell did not have a child graduating from the school. Read More
“What’s the cost of being a nerd?” read the neon sign that greeted guests emerging from the elevator at Justin Smith’s apartment in Tribeca last night.
Provocative though it was, that question was not what had brought Bonnie Fuller, John Stossel, Adam Moss, Nick Denton, Sigourney Weaver, Read More