Satellite Art Fair Opening Thursday, October 3 at 630 Flushing Avenue, 5 pm to midnight. On view through October 6. Tickets $10 for one day, $15 for the week.
Art fairs have a bit of a reputation. Namely, they’re associated with the types of people with enough money to buy expensive art (and who can take a break from their jobs to browse for it). The Satellite Art Fair strives to break from this model, offering an experience that’s less about the money and more about the artists, with a focus on the independent and experimental. Also, it’s in one of the most unique structures currently housing art: the Pfizer Building on Flushing Avenue, a huge mazelike place that used to be a pill factory and that currently also provides space for anything from food businesses to music studios. From Thursday to Sunday, it’ll be filled with art and performance from Satellite’s roster of 40+ creators from around the country.
A fire outside the beloved Bushwick Food Coop burst the shop’s storefront window in the early morning of July 3. After shattering the glass, the heat seeped into the building and activated overhead sprinklers, causing thousands of dollars worth of smoke and water damage. Three months after the incident, Bushwick Food Coop is still trying to reopen, but the process is slow and painful. Having raised just $11,000 of its $60,000 fundraising goal, there’s still a long way to go. More →
Boo ya! The Brooklyn Horror Festival is bringing an international array of spine-tingling, hair-raising shorts and features to Nitehawk Cinema Prospect Park, Cobble Hill Cinema, and elsewhere Oct. 17 to 24. The key to picking which ones to see? Location! Location! Location! We’ve combed this year’s program for films that hinge on specific settings and organized those settings from “Not Inherently Terrifying” to “Somewhat Potentially Terrifying” to “No Way, Not Going in There.” Sure, insane asylums are creepy, but can a beach house spark horror? Only once you see the Airbnb fees. More →
If you recently saw Robert De Niro looking like a hostage victim as he got ruthlessly dragged in The Comedy Central Roast of Alec Baldwin, you might’ve worried that there’d be no way to take him seriously in Martin Scorsese’s new film The Irishman, which premieres tonight at the New York Film Festival, and lands in theaters and on Netflix in November. Well, worry not, De Niro nails it as Frank Sheeran, a mafia associate and Teamsters higher-up who is forced to negotiate his increasingly irreconcilable loyalties to Jimmy Hoffa and the Bufalino crime family.
The film is based on I Heard You Paint Houses, the book written by Sheeran’s former attorney Charles Brandt based on hundreds of hours of interviews with the self-professed hitman (as we learn early in the film, “painting houses” means spackling them with blood). It clocks in at a hefty three and a half hours and jumps around from 1949 through 2000, which means we watch De Niro age as he goes from being a lowly truck driver who is tapped to steal cuts of meat for a mafia-connected steakhouse (his well-placed lawyer, played by Ray Romano, has no trouble getting him off), to northeast crime don Russell Bufalino’s right-hand man and the president of a union local. During flashbacks, De Niro looks as if he has stepped right out of his much earlier Scorsese collaborations, Casino and Goodfellas. Same with his Casino castmate Joe Pesci, who came out of unofficial retirement to reunite with Scorsese and De Niro.
To simulate this youthfulness, Industrial Light & Magic had to develop a “de-aging” effect that “wouldn’t interfere with Bob and Joe and Al [Pacino] talking to each other,” Scorsese said during a press conference at Lincoln Center earlier today. The director made it clear to visual effects supervisor Pablo Helman that his actors would refuse to do their jobs “with helmets on or tennis balls on their faces.”
With that in mind,
ILM developed a technology that didn’t require rigging and instead relied on a
massive three-lens camera—sometimes two of them when two actors were in a
scene—to capture footage for digital altering.
Scorsese’s director of photography, Rodrigo Prieto, worried about the logistics of using the so-called “three-eyed monster,” Scorsese said. “He was concerned about it getting into these tight corners and everything. I said, ‘Don’t worry about it, we’ll find a way.’”
With some 117 locations and 309 scenes on the docket, the expense of carrying nine cameras made the film prohibitive to make. It was “a costly experiment,” Scorsese said. “We couldn’t get the backing—there was no way—for years.” After Netflix agreed to finance the film– reportedly to the tune of $140 million— it was all systems go.
To put ILM’s visual effects to the test, De Niro reenacted a scene from Goodfellas. When the actor saw the “de-aged” footage alongside footage from the original film, the physical resemblance to his younger self was uncanny. “I can extend my career another 30 years!” he remembered joking.
Pacino, who got his impression of Jimmy Hoffa down by walking around onset listening to speeches by the fiery union boss, was similarly impressed by the test. “They showed me this thing of Bob doing Goodfellas and I thought, ‘Why’s he doing this again? I’m watching it and I thought, ‘What happened?’ Later, after it was over, I said, ‘Wait a minute, isn’t he old or something? I didn’t see that in the movie. How did he do that?’ You know, he’s such a great actor, but now? Wow, he’s Meryl Streep!”
Scorsese made clear
that the de-aging process went beyond just digital deepfakery. “It isn’t just
about lenses and computer imagery,” he said of simulating youth. “It’s about
posture, it’s about movement, it’s about clarity of the eyes, everything. So
there were people on each element dealing with the actors on this.”
The complexity of the process became apparent on the first day Scorsese filmed Al Pacino. The director recalled shooting a scene in which Hoffa jumped out of a chair. A crew member came over to remind Scorsese that his actor was supposed to be 49 in the scene.
walked over to Pacino and told him, “Al, it’s fine, the only thing is when you
get out of the chair you’re supposed to be 49.”
Pacino “started to
go, ‘Oh, God, oh, ok,’” Scorsese recalled. “So we do the next take. I said,
‘What do you think?”
The verdict: Pacino,
who is 79, had gotten it down to 62.
“I said, ‘No, we
gotta get down to 49,’” Scorsese recounted.
“Young again!” Pacino quipped from the stage of Alice Tully Hall.
If the actors had to be de-aged, so did Little Italy, for the recreation of the 1972 murder of Joey Gallo (played by Andy Garcia) at Umberto’s Clam House. Scorsese originally wanted to shoot the scene in Little Italy, where he grew up, but the neighborhood had become too touristy. As you’ll recall, the scenes were instead shot on the Lower East Side in August and November of 2017. According to production notes, Scorsese had reservations about shooting on the corner of Orchard and Broome, since the street appeared to be much wider than Mulberry Street. He eventually agreed to film there, but only after the street was measured and proved to be a mere two feet wider.
While Sheeran recounts the hit at Umberto’s, he notes that it’s always wise to go into the bathroom before killing someone in a restaurant—to make sure no one’s in there, but also because it “gives you a chance to go to the bathroom; you don’t want to be uncomfortable.” It’s a perfect example of Sheeran’s deadpan, dutiful approach to killing. When Sheeran pays a price for this life of crime, it becomes clear that he’s no one to emulate. But if you plan to watch The Irishman when the multi-hour epic hits theaters Nov. 1—and you should do this instead of waiting to see it on Netflix Nov. 27—you’ll probably want to heed his advice about using the bathroom.
If you’ve ever dreamed of finding a briefcase full of money on the street to help pay off looming student loans, the escape from a slow death by debt might just be sitting on the sidewalk on the corner of Bowery and Great Jones. More →
This month at New York Film Festival, two esteemed foreign auteurs are showing films looking back on their lives and careers. Varda by Agnès, by Belgian filmmaker Agnès Varda, is a straight documentary. But Pedro Almodóvar’s Pain and Glory, which opens Oct. 4 after its NYFF run, isn’t quite that. It’s a fictional portrayal of Salvador Mallo, an accomplished, aging writer-director— played by longtime Almodóvar collaborator Antonio Banderas—who is suffering from depression, physical ailments, social isolation, a late-onset heroin habit, and—as a result of all this—a fear that he’ll never make another film. More →
The Sandalwood Box and The Fez Now through November 1 at The Flea Theater, 7 pm (some shows at 3 pm or 4 pm): $15+ ($10 student rush tickets available 10 minutes before curtain, subject to availability)
The latest offering in experimental playwright Mac Wellman’s theatrical, political, and often-surreal bonanza at The Flea is actually two plays in one. The first, The Sandalwood Box, follows a woman seeking speech therapy after losing her voice who meets a mysterious professor able to contain “captivating catastrophes” inside of (you guessed it) a box made of sandalwood. The Fez deals in even more abstract terms, with the summary simply stating “The charmed spell of the theater has somehow absented itself, and something strange happens. A play that was originally printed on a tee shirt is finally produced!”
“We let our comics have complete authority,” Alysia Hush emphasized over the phone. “If they want to get onstage and take off one shoe, that’s perfectly fine.” Hush is a co-founder, along with Marisa Riley, of Comedy Ugly, a stand-up show that happens monthly-ish at Easy Lover in Williamsburg. The twist? Their evening of curated comedy is also a body-positive strip tease. More →
As a late arrival to the English electronic band Ladytron, I’ve commented that they sound like the truest and most direct descendants of ’80s synthpop—which turns out to be a deeply unoriginal take. But it’s so obvious to draw a line from dance floor legends like Eurythmics’ “Sweet Dreams” or Yaz’s “Situation” straight to Ladytron soulcrushers like “Seventeen” or “Destroy Everything You Touch” and think, of course that’s where music wanted to go, as effortlessly as water or electricity. Also, they sound like they’re from another planet, or that we are, or that they’re visiting from both the past and the future— and if that doesn’t make sense, watch their new film for “Deadzone,” or just watch the video for “Seventeen” a few more times. More →
When Williamsburg got a Toms shoe store and cafe last year, you knew a Warby Parker couldn’t be far behind. Well, here she is: Warby came to 124 North 6th Street just this past weekend. Outside is a mural by Stephen “ESPO” Powers; inside, an array of hipster-friendly glasses— including Warby’s new $195-and-up collection— and a tastefully curated selection of books by authors like Zadie Smith and David Rakoff. Naturally, you can purchase the 33 1/3 treatise on David Bowie’s Low. More →