Nitehawk’s “Booze & Books” series is partnering with Abrams Books for a signing of Tom Shone’s Woody Allen: A Retrospective and screening of the director’s 1980 film Stardust Memories (starring Allen, Charlotte Rampling and Jessica Harper). Fittingly, the movie is about a filmmaker recalling his various inspirations while attending a retrospective of his work. Before the show Shone will be signing the illustrated biography, the first complete film-by-film overview of Allen’s career; it includes original interviews as well as 250 behind-the-scenes stills, photographs, posters, and ephemera. Don’t forget to ask about the special cocktail for sale, inspired by the film – it is “Booze & Books,” after all. Tuesday, October 6 at 7:30 p.m. Nitehawk Cinema, 36 Metropolitan Avenue (Williamsburg).$15 (ticket only) or $45 (ticket plus book).
Oh hi, it’s October, arguably the best month of the year. It’s still hurricane season (LOL look outside) and, uh, Halloween, which means it’s a horror movie marathon from here on out BBs. OK, so not all the films we’re excited to see this week are spooky, exactly, but all of them are guaranteed to shake you up in some way.
This screening is part of Nitehawk’s newly announced series, Local Color, featuring shorts, animated features, documentaries and narrative films from up-and-coming NYC filmmakers. Young Bodies Heal Quickly, Andrew T. Betzer’s film, follows Older (Gabriel Croft, Fake It So Real) as he escapes jail to find his little brother Younger. They then “accidentally” kill a young girl.
This screening will kick off Nitehawk’s newly announced series, Local Color, featuring shorts, animated features, documentaries and narrative films from up-and-coming NYC filmmakers (naturally, there will also be Q&As). Applesauce tracks the aftermath of Ron (Tukel)’s decision to call into a radio show to reveal the worst act he ever committed. Following the confession, the foundation of his marriage cracks and a mysterious someone starts sending him body parts.
Still from Sam Cooke’s Every Good Boy Does Fine, 2015 (Image Courtesy of THE FUTURE IS WHATEVER)
One thing’s for sure, you never know what the present will bring at “THE FUTURE IS WHATEVER,” a 90-minute lineup of short films coming to Nitehawk this Wednesday, August 5. So join the filmmakers for a potluck-style meal in McCarren Park before the screening (there’s only so many picnic-worthy weeks of summer left) and top it off with drinks at Crown Victoria after the show.
You may or may not remember that Nitehawk has a downstairs bar. I pretty much had to squeeze my brain as tight as I could to get those memory juices flowing enough to squirt out the tiniest drop of recalling getting a beer there once. And maybe that’s because it used to be about as bland as my date was that night. But Lo-Res has a whole new feel thanks to a new menu, an interior overhaul, and one super cool addition — a constantly streaming selection of rare and weird VHS’s from John Woods’s (the Williamsburg theater’s director of programming and acquisition) epic collection, curated by Kris King (Nitehawk’s blogger and social media manager), and made technically possible by Max Cavanaugh, the tech director and programmer.
The sun will come out tomorrow y’all, but that doesn’t mean our black-as-black hearts have grown any less cynical. We’ll never be wary of shutting ourselves inside and “catching” what I’ve heard people call “flicks,” as opposed to having face-to-face human interactions. Those are never as good as movies anyway, and the only thing you can “catch” from people are diseases. Am I right or am I right? That’s why we’re gracing you yet again with at least a handful of excuses to avoid that horrible social anxiety otherwise known as talking to people, particularly like a date or something. Imagine the horror! Hell is other people and movies are really the only thing that, once in a while, might trick us into thinking that’s a bunch of bull.
Welcome back to Reel Psyched in which we talk about films we’re REALLY excited to see this week and beyond. There seems to be a particular breeze blowing this week– evil, the occult, and seduction. Our picks this week will have your blood boiling and your back hair curling. Seen on film this week are death cults, Oxford boys, and murderous brother-sister lovers– all equally horrifying in their own ways. Pro tip: Wear sunglasses so you can avoid covering your eyes, that way your date won’t be ashamed he or she is accompanying a baby wussy pants to the cinema. Good luck out there, kids!
So yeah maybe you’ve noticed SXSW is happening right now. Though we sure hope you’re not down there because that means you could potentially be missing all of these amazing films screening in New York right now! Or maybe your ears are so full of cotton balls and scar tissue, your gut so full of frozen margaritas, and your sweaty swollen feet stuffed so tightly into cowboy boots that you couldn’t care less about film screenings back home. In that case, enjoy. But if that doesn’t exactly capture a day-in-the-life of your life right now, just pretend to be excited about cool film happenings. We swear there are at least two events so underground they’ll make your eyes bleed.
Friday the 13th flash from Gnostic Tattoo in Bushwick
Consider this your last chance to get creepy for a good long while because Friday the 13th ain’t happening again until November kids, which means (depending on your persuasion) we’ll be facing eight straight months of horrible luck. If you’re more inclined to associate Friday the 13th with Jason or unfortunate circumstances then, by all means, stay inside your depressing apartment and order delivery tacos. We’re guessing you’re also the type of person who would blame the forces of evil for finding you’ve received soggy tacos— the horror! Like, how else could that happen? Mayonnaise just doesn’t move itself. But hey, if you’re not a turd, check out our list of fun ways to celebrate this lucky day.
Welcome back to another fantastic edition of our weekly cliff-hanger drama known as Reel Psyched. Check out the films we’re super pumped to waste a couple of hours ogling this week. We’ve got a noirish screwball comedy made in Brooklyn, which is always fun to watch because you can be like– oh! I live there! or oh! I peed there! or oh! that used to be a cool neighborhood before it was occupied by tippling finance bros and their tarts! We’ve also got cops on the brains, always (and a film for that, too), a soft spot for ADD storytelling, a hankering for some Italian B films, and a forever and ever obsession with the nations of the Warsaw Pact.
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. Keep Reading »