Another Dangerous Book
A Yale graduate student reviews James Franco's 'Palo Alto'
Backstage In The Underworld
With Persephone, the Ridge Theater unleashes a multimedia titan in Brooklyn
Move Over, Obama
A rock ‘n’ roll musical makes the case for Andrew Jackson being the first presidential rock star
The transfer to Broadway from The Public Theater has been kind to Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, the tongue-in-cheek retelling of President Andrew Jackson’s life and presidency. During the trip uptown, Kristine Nielsen joined the merry band of rock ‘n’ rollers, as the wheelchair-bound narrator, mostly keeping her Kristine Nielsen tics in check (congratulations are due to writer-director Alex Timbers)...
Lost on Hart Island
A glimpse of the shallow graves where New York City’s babies are buried away from prying eyes.
Last spring, Jacqueline Quiroz gave birth to her son, Elijah Romero, a stillborn, at Flushing Hospital in Queens. The 31-year-old mother of a toddler had steeled herself for this devastating news. She and her husband knew the baby had died in utero, in her seventh month of pregnancy.
Just Like 'Heaven'
Taking a porn star to check out a supposedly shocking exhibit of Jeff Koons’ work
Flatliner Cinema
Olivier Assayas’ light-hearted epic Carlos romanticizes 1960s radicalism
POLITICS DON’T MATTER to directors David Fincher, Steven Soderbergh and Olivier Assayas, whose Carlos, a lavish, gracefully-paced depiction of the terrorist Ilich “Carlos” Ramirez is strangely apolitical, even amoral. It’s part of the new affectless style—derived from hipster cool and leftist guilt that condemns the capitalist West for its culpability in colonialism and any advantage res...
Passing the Bar: The Chelsea Room
MATT HARVEY finds the new bar beneath The Chelsea Hotel to be totally checked out
WALKING PAST ITS neon-lit red brick facade at night, you can’t help but recall reading about the scenes that unfolded inside. Perhaps an image circa 1953 springs to mind—a bloated Dylan Thomas raging vainly against a fatal pneumonia by soaking himself with morphine and scotch; or an electric-era Bob Dylan staying “up for days” writing the songs that would make Blonde on Blonde after taking wha...