Now that SummerStage, Celebrate Brooklyn!, and Industry City’s Summer Series have announced their lineups, your summer plans are all but set. Today the missing piece of the puzzle falls into place, as Rooftop Films Summer Series has announced its slate of features. More →
By now you’ve heard about Moby rubbing his dick on Donald Trump. But Trump is far from the only celebrity name-checked in the musician’s new memoir, Then It Fell Apart. The follow-up to Porcelain— in which Moby documented his younger years as a sober, Christian vegan– recounts the rise and fall of Moby’s superstardom, starting with the unexpected worldwide success of Play in 1999 and ending with his realization, nearly a decade later, that maybe pounding an estimated 100 drinks per week (all while regularly doing cocaine, ecstasy, and all the rest) wasn’t such a hot idea. After all, when you’re falling asleep on threesomes and you don’t know whose feces you woke up covered in, it’s probably time to reexamine things. More →
Between Wild Wild Country, “The Stolen Kids of Sarah Lawrence” (now becoming a film), and the start of the Nxivm trial, cults are most definitely part of the zeitgeist these days. Mary Herron—director of one of the many Charles Manson movies coming out— shared some theories about them last night after a preview screening of Charlie Says, which hits theaters Friday following runs at the Tribeca and Montclair film festivals. More →
“It’s a DeLorean!”
With those three simple words in Back to the Future, the DMC-12 solidified itself in the mind of every ’80s kid as the coolest car ever made. With its iconic gull-wing doors and geometric stainless-steel exterior, the DeLorean is right up there with the Concorde as one of the most visually stunning vehicle fails of all-time, and its infamous creator finally has a documentary that’s as ambitious as the car itself. More →
“I was terrified of your reaction to this,” Mindy Kaling told Stephen Colbert after her new film, Late Night, made its East Coast premiere at the Montclair Film Festival on Saturday. More →
When Werner Herzog took a seat in front of the audience at Cinema Village East on Friday, following the Tribeca Film Festival screening of his new documentary, Meeting Gorbachev, he said he was still in a rage over a question he had recently received. Someone had asked him how he let Mikhail Gorbachev get away with the “lie” of saying “we tried,” regarding Gorbachev’s self-described attempt to turn the Soviet Union into a democracy (albeit a socialist one). More →
Abel Ferrara’s The Projectionist, which premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival on Sunday, is a scrappy love letter to New York’s independent cinemas, as seen through the eyes of Nicolas Nicolaou, the owner of some of the city’s oldest and most beloved theaters: Cinema Village near Union Square, Cinemart in Forest Hills, and the Alpine Cinemas in Bay Ridge. But the documentary somehow fails to mention what might be Nicolaou’s most intriguing theater, the Bijou, an underground cruising spot that was one of the East Village’s best-kept secrets until it closed a week ago. More →
If you’ve ever picked out an Einstürzende Neubauten album and headed to the front counter in mortal trepidation of not being able to keep up your end of the conversation with the checkout clerk, Other Music will give you some serious PTSD. The hotly anticipated documentary, which premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival last week and screens again Sunday, takes us right back into the beloved indie record store’s cramped aisles for a bittersweet look at its final days.
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Hot on the heels of Industry City’s summer concerts announcement, the granddaddy of them all– SummerStage– has dropped its 2019 lineup, which kicks off in Central Park with a free June 1 concert with R&B crooner Emily King.
When Bret Easton Ellis strode into a Midtown auditorium for his TimesTalk last night, I was almost surprised to hear the enthusiastic applause. After all, his just-published first collection of essays, White, has provoked reviews with headlines like “Bret Easton Ellis’s Non-Fiction Is Lazy, Boring” and “Bret Easton Ellis’s Book ‘White’ and Why You Don’t Need to Read It.” Add to that, a New Yorker interview about Trump that was so awkward that a friend forwarded it to me with an “Oof.” For a moment, it seemed like the author of American Psycho—the writer who “was canceled before cancelling was a thing,” as fellow provocateur Bari Weiss recently put it— was about to truly be canceled in much the same way his most famous novel was ditched by its original publisher.
