This was taken at last night’s final Tribeca Film Festival party, and in the immediate wake of the mystifying announcement about Rush: Beyond The Lighted Stage having won the Audience Award. Why is it that every house DJ at every New York party plays wretched disco jizz? Tracks, I mean, that I would instantly turn off if I heard them on my car radio? The people who throw these parties pay these guys to make people like me suffer.
To my great surprise and delight, Christy Hall‘s Daddio, which I was remiss in not seeing during last year’s Telluride...
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7:45 pm: Okay, the initial light-hearted section (repartee, wedding, hospital, afterlife Joey Pants, healthy diet) was enjoyable, but Jesus, when...
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It took me a full month to see Wes Ball and Josh Friedman‘s Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes...
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Unless Part Two of Kevin Costner‘s Horizon (Warner Bros., 8.16) somehow improves upon the sluggish initial installment and delivers something...
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For me, A Dangerous Method (2011) is David Cronenberg‘s tastiest and wickedest film — intense, sexually upfront and occasionally arousing...
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Posted on 11.27.23: “One thing that’s always bothered me about Virginia Wolff is that George and Martha’s young guests —...
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