Hi, are you feeling patriotic yet? Usually I’m not either, but that whole Obama singing “Amazing Grace” thing still hasn’t quite worn off. I’d call you a liar if you said you didn’t cry at least a little bit. Like, that was some realness. Or maybe just a speech writer’s brilliant means of getting us to forget about… what are those thingamabobs called again? Those silent death dealing demons of the sky? Oh right, drones. Well, at least I had a brief moment of nationalist, er, I mean patriotic pride this Birthday Season.
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This week, we’re thinking a lot about the past — either our own not-too-far-gone experiences of high school or, like, deep historical stuff. But the films this week invoke a strange sort of nostalgia because none of these experiences are exactly our own, they’re either twisted, seriously intense versions of teenage-hood, fantastically horny imaginings of centuries past, or some vision of a lost young adulthood spent with Vincent Gallo. (Unfortunately, it’s true that we’ve never hung out). But who knows, maybe these films will strike a chord in you somewhere. You might not have been stuck in a school for the deaf in small-town post-industrial Ukraine and forced to help run a prostitution ring involving your fellow students, but maybe you had a similarly cray experience with young love. No? Well, whatever — that’s what movies are for.
There’s a lot, a lot on the horizon in the New York City art world. Bushwick Open Studios is coming up and it’s apparently art festival season – seems like the last sigh of culture before everyone hits the beaches and stops giving flying Fs about anything that doesn’t start with “froz” and end with “ita.” Or maybe that’s just us? But we play. Really, because this week we’re back with a list of film happenings that are either artsy in their appeal, packed with must-know facts, or must-see classics you gotta have in your impressive tool box of things you talk about with an air of knowing. Because sure, everyone loves a bikini but unless that bikini is chock full of good stuff to talk about, you’re no better than a virgin margarita – all style, no substance. And who needs that?
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Speaking of Michael Alig, who else remembers the HR Giger Room at Limelight? If you miss being immersed in the Swiss surrealist’s trippy world, you’ll have a chance to get reacquainted in the coming days. Last week marked the anniversary of the legendary sci-fi/cyberpunk designer and artist’s death. This week you can celebrate his life.
It was a bad week for us film nerds in NYC with word emerging that Sunshine Cinema will likely be sold to developers. Such things do not bode well for the future of independent cinemas in the city, seeing as Sunshine is definitely one of the more mainstream of the downtown art house theaters and always seems to have sold out screenings during prime showtimes. Yikes. Well you can help us in our efforts to appease the cool-film deities by devoted prostration and abiding carefully by the following directions: a) pray silently over one Godard film, b) recite the lines along with a character from at least one Jarmusch movie and c) check out a weird film event (or two) this week. It’s very little to ask, really.
Here’s a ray of sunshine on this unseasonably chilly day: the City Parks Foundation has dropped its lineup for SummerStage and this year — the festival’s 30th — it’s expanding to run from May 18 to October 4, across 14 parks. Among the 140-plus free performances are concerts by Charles Bradley, Caribou, the Flex Is Kings dance troupe, the Chi-Lites, Rakim, Dr. John, Tito Nieves, and teen metal sensation Unlocking the Truth. There’ll be special events put on by the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, Lyricist Lounge, and the Metropolitan Opera; anniversary celebrations for record labels VP and Duck Down, b-boy crew Rock Steady, and the one and only Afrika Bambaataa; a screening of the Nas documentary; and theatrical performances of The Wiz as well as a Michael Jackson tribute. And ticketed benefit shows this year will include Father John Misty, Jukebox the Ghost, and Mastadon, among others.
It’s Awards Season. Apparently. Which means we here at Reel Psyched are staying as far, far away from TV screens as is possible in this day and age, lest we’re tricked into watching the fashion police spew racist crap or pop stars we were 100 percent sure were dead until now jiggle impossibly across some seizure-inducing nightmare of a stage set. It’s all so demonic when you think about it, really. And all of this disturbing spectacle is in the name of… movies? Like, how? Rather than watch perfectly white teeth teetering on top of high heels, fight back against all the inanity and celebrate the movies for reals.
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Yeesh this week has been nightmarishly sedate. What with the “blizzard,” then the subways lumbering along like mortally wounded snakes for days after with no explanation, and the piles and piles of snow making everything about daily life just that much more terrible. Thankfully, things are a little more, uh, shall we say lubricated since it’s Friday. We suggest that, after you’ve had sufficient enough drinks at the bar you’ve been sitting at all day to forget who you are, you slither directly into a movie theater near you to rediscover your humanity.
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Well it’s been a short week here in the city and it almost feels like throwing your entire life into a garbage bin yet again would be a little bit premature. As Winnie the Pooh once said, “People say nothing’s impossible, but I do nothing everyday.” Do you want to look like Winnie the Pooh? Then don’t live like Winnie the Pooh, pawing at pots full of sweets all day and rolling around on your rump. Get out there and do something, even if that something is moving positions from sitting in front of one screen to lounging in front of a much larger screen. You still walked to the theater, right?
Whatever, just check out our list of five ways to not be Winnie the Pooh this weekend and beyond.
Nominees for the Academy Awards were announced today, which is either a total bore parade or an outrage-inducing annual occurrence, depending on your perspective of course. Generally we here at Reel Psyched (i.e. me) could care less about some gilded relic from Old Hollywood, a yearly spectacle that has become so much worse since the invention of HD television, something that has enabled throngs of unlucky viewers to clearly see the sweaty pores and close-to-bursting seams barely holding those half-dead, half-plastic polymer living, breathing action figures and laser-cut voodoo dolls together.
Following a backlash against its decision to shelve The Interview in light of an aggressive hacking campaign, Sony is now releasing the film in a select number of willing theaters. One of them, the Alamo Drafthouse in Yonkers, just put tickets on sale for showings from Christmas through New Year’s Day.
All of the screenings except for the New Year’s Eve one are at midnight: the December 31 showing is at 10:35am.
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Hey guys, not sure if you’re aware but tomorrow is Thanksgiving, which means you’re either stuck with family, flying solo, or awkwardly tagging along with your significant other’s fam. Either way, it’s going to be hell. We really can’t emphasize enough how essential it is to get yourself to a movie theater this holiday weekend. No matter what awful scenario you’ve found yourself in, we’ve got a film for you.
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