American women have come a long way, baby, as that annoying cigarette ad used to say, so if something’s holding one of us back these days, it’s as likely to be an internalized barrier as an external one. But those internal barriers can be the hardest ones to get past. All that conditioning most of us get to put other people’s needs first and sublimate our own desires makes it hard to map out and stick to a path. As Kathryn Bigelow told 60 Minutes, when she was asked why there are still relatively few female directors making feature films: “I think the journey for women, no matter what venue it is—politics, business, film—it's a long journey.”
So it’s no wonder a lot of people treated Barbara Loden the way Samuel Johnson did female preachers (“the marvel is not that it was done well, but that it was done at all”) when she released Wanda in 1970: After all, she was the first woman since Ida Lupino to direct a major American feature. But, as a lot of cinephiles now know, this still-obscure movie is actually done very well. An emotionally honest character study of a woman sleepwalking through her own life. Wanda looks at a type often encountered often in life but rarely seen in the movies.
Knowledgeable person and self-appointed junk food authority Ben Cohen's "Candy Hierarchy" chart (cropped above, in full after the jump) purports to rank candy bars from the best of the best (which includes Milky Way, really?) on down to the absolute worst (I dunno, Extra Strength Tylenol is kinda wonderful), a useful index with Halloween only a few days away, despite its flaws.
Which reminds me: Thanks to the good people at Carpark Records, we're giving away one copy (on vinyl, of course) of Down There, the debut solo album from Animal Collective's Avey Tare. It officially hits shelves today, and it's very good: I've got a review of it in the issue of The L that comes out tomorrow, but I'd say it's deserving a few ticks higher than the 7.9 it got over at Pitchfork yesterday. If you're interested, here's what you'll need to do:
As I've discussed here a few times in the past, one of my favorite things in the entire world is when people who very, very clearly don't know anything about rock music are forced to act like how they think people who like rock music might act. It makes for some of the most unbearably cringeworthy shit you will ever see—like my go-to image of Celine Dion playing air-guitar, or the dreaded "Rock Week" episode they do every year on American Idol. Well, last night, Rock Week came to Dancing With the Stars, and it was a gift that just kept giving and giving and giving.
"His deformity effectively barred him from having any sort of romantic life, except for the few unrequited loves recorded in his poems, and he probably died a virgin."
Noting that the subject died a virgin, or probably died a virgin, is a surprisingly frequent trope among New Yorker critics! Dig:
La Biennale is one of the world’s most important forums for the dissemination and “illumination” about the current developments in international art. The title of the 54th Exhibition, ILLUMInations literally draws attention to the importance of such developments in a globalised (sic) world.
The local choreographer and director Gabriella Barnstone is currently soliciting contributions via Kickstarter to support her dance theater piece Nuevo Laredo, which will debut at Dixon Place next spring. We emailed with her about the piece and the pitch:
In what ways can dance portray current events in general?
I think dance can portray current events in the same way any medium of art can—by bringing something to light and maybe looking at it through a different lens. So whether or not the drug wars in Mexico have been on someone's radar, by coming to see this piece they will either perk up their ears, or come to think about it in a way that may be different from reading about it in a newspaper or listening on the radio.
Light artist and electrical engineer Jim Campbell discusses his brand new sculptural installations, Scattered Light, which just went up and switched on in Madison Square Park. This will look so amazing when it snows! (ANIMAL)
Oh good. Atlantic Yards casualty Freddy's has finally found another home. The beloved Dean Street institution (seriously, a working bar for over a hundred years) will relocate to South Slope, Fifth Avenue between 16th and 17th Streets, to be specific.
Suck it, Ratner.
An inside source told Hyperallergic that Ugo Rondinone's iconic "Hell, Yes!" (2001, above left) sculpture, which has adorned the facade of the New Museum's new Bowery building since it opened in December of 2007, will be coming down next month to be replaced by Isa Genzken's "Rose II" (2008, above right) in December. The 62-year-old German artist's stainless steel, aluminum and lacquer flower, as you can probably tell, is huge (26 feet tall to be exact), although very much in the same Pop-ironic vein as Rondinone's rainbow-shaded sculpture, no? How about some Anselm Kiefer up on there?
The team behind Bored to Death is certainly having fun—but, in the same way I wish it of the central characters, I wish the show would take itself a little more seriously. Maybe I’m missing the point, especially if the point is simply to send up popular NYC stereotypes—poking fun at them while demonstrating that most clichés, especially the ones well worn, possess some element of truth. This week, we have overreacting stroller derby Brooklyn moms, down-and-out Indian limo drivers, six degrees of Kevin Bacon, and the ringing death knell of print journalism.
Ok, having slept for like, a full day, let’s dust ourselves off and talk about Pitchfork’s #Offline Festival, what it suggests for the future of CMJ, Pitchfork, and for novelty purposes, the state of live music in 2010.
The same principle behind our beloved Bookshelf Porn Tumblr informs Things Organized Neatly, an elegantly structured found photo blog filled with images of all types of objects placed prettily, carefully, and just so. (TheDailyWhat)
For five years now, Amy Herman has been teaching a class called "The Art of Perception" to law-enforcement agents of every level, from the Secret Service and CIA on down to the NYPD. CBS tagged along with Herman and a group of detectives during a recent visit to The Met, and though they spent most of their time looking at a John Singer Sargent, we can think of at least ten better pieces from the Met's collection for sharpening police's perceptions.
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