We’re a lucky, lucky bunch to live in a city where we’re at the wellspring of new film and the source of cinematic reconsideration, where grind-house becomes art-house and a dum-dum boy can be made into a bandana-wearing teddy bear genius. See all that and more this week and beyond.
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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