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by Mark Asch
on Mon, Nov 29, 2010 at 11:09 AM
Leslie William Nielsen, was born in 1926 in Regina, Saskatchewan—his father was a Mountie—and died yesterday of pneumonia aged 84; he was a stentorian C-list leading man who, late in life, with a thatch of hair as thick and silvery-magnificent as Jack Kemp's, became beloved by the children of Baby Boomers all over America for saying silly, silly things in a serious, serious voice. In Airplane!, the Naked Gun movies, and beyond, Nielsen was an establishment mouthpiece for rampant puerility.
There is much to decry about the careers of Jim Abrahams and Jerry and David Zucker—chiefly their role in ensuring that parody has surpassed satire as a mode of American humor, which implies some ugly things about our national sense of complacency and self-congratulation—but at their best, which is to say in their stuff with Nielsen, their work had a quick, compulsive taste for absurdity at its most, well, primal. Watching stuff like this as a grown-up is basically a matter of figuring out how hard, and for how long, you're willing to keep up the act of being a reasonably sophisticated adult. It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny, and that's why it's so much funnier than it has any right to be.
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by Mark Asch
on Mon, Nov 29, 2010 at 10:26 AM
Sweet: Actors Reading Writers is a monthly series in an array of local writers show up to hear their work interpreted by working actors. The next reading, featuring among other things a monologue taken from Ed Park's Personal Days, is this Thursday night at Three of Cups. We asked series curator Shelly Oria a couple of questions about the premise.
So the whole premise of this series is basically an acknowledgment that writers are a species universally lacking in charisma, and that for their work to be endurable in a live setting it must be presented by people confident appearing before others... right? Yes, of course. Not to mention the fact that most writers can't speak at all. They make strange guttural sounds, and that's a tough thing on an audience.
No. The premise is that writers of fiction, non-fiction, and poetry might enjoy and even benefit from having an actor interpret their work, and that actors might enjoy and even benefit from working with texts of these genres—texts that are different from what they usually tackle.
"Hang on folks, Peter's having a hard time getting out of his $10 milion Spidey suit."
Amazingly, after years of lurching forward and falling back, Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark, the Julie Taymor-directed, Bono and The Edge-scored, $65 million-price tagged Broadway musical had its first preview performance last night. The Times sent Patrick Healy, who describes his three-and-a-half hour experience at the Foxwoods Theater mostly in terms of the many delays caused by technical snags and the 1,900 spectators' reactions to these and other snafus. The mood inside the first public performance seems of mix of hopeful lenience and impatient indignation, with a bit of concrete criticism from a children's acting school teacher: “The story-telling is really unclear and I found it hard to understand exactly what was going on and why certain things were happening.”
Yesterday evening as I biked past the intersection of Bowery and Houston, a small crowd was assembled around the glowing, neon-toned new Kenny Scharf mural nearing completion where Barry McGee's tag history of NYC was covered in a giant SACE (Dash Snow's tag) last week—apparently at McGee's invitation.
Broadway audiences eagerly await the arrival of Bonnie and Clyde.
The Asolo Repertory Theatre's production of a new musical adaptation of the Arthur Penn classic Bonnie & Clyde, which already played to sold-out audiences during its premiere run at San Diego's La Jolla Playhouse last year and just opened in Sarasota, will be making the road trip to Broadway next year (knocking off banks as it goes, one presumes). The Herald-Tribune (of Sarasota, FL) reports that Jerry Frankel and Jeffrey Richards, producers of current Broadway hit Merchant of Venice, semi-hit Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, and about-to-close flop A Life in the Theatre, will bring the beautiful bank-robbing Depression-era duo to an as yet unbooked house on the Great White Way. Star-casting this one should be fun. (CultureMonster)
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by Jonny Diamond
on Wed, Nov 24, 2010 at 3:06 PM
Super sweet, was going to die.
By "we" I don't mean The L Magazine, I mean my wife and I, who occasionally foster death row dogs pulled from the Center for Animal Care and Control, the shelter organization contracted by the city to take care of unwanted animals. And by "take care" I generally mean "put to death."
Not only has the CACC's budget been drastically reduced over the last year, it has suffered from chronic mismanagement at most of the upper-level positions, a very unfortunate reality that has led to some of the terrible conditions illustrated in the video below. Also in the ABC news video below? A great pit bull named Luna (pictured at right) who we recently pulled from the Brooklyn CACC on the morning of her scheduled execution (and who is currently curled up next to me on the couch, her head on my lap). She makes a brief (and worried) appearance at 2:09.
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by Mark Asch
on Wed, Nov 24, 2010 at 2:28 PM
Over the weekend, Pope Benedict XVI, the Free Cone Day Pope, broke with centuries of Catholic jokes church doctrine to say that, in certain circumstances, the use of condoms could be permissible to prevent the state of AIDS—like, for gay hookers. (It'd be "a first step in the direction of a moralization, a first assumption of responsibility," presumably the responsibility to not be such a gay hooker all the time.)
The Holy See now seems to confirm that it's coming around on condoms, at least to prevent the spread of HIV: "Pope Benedict XVI clearly acknowledged on Tuesday that the need to prevent diseases like AIDS could outweigh the church's long opposition to the use of condoms," and not just for rent boys, either. So, Catholics can maybe use condoms to prevent STDs, now. But still, not as a contraceptive—reached for comment, a Vatican spokesman assured us that yes, every sperm is still sacred.
It's still referred to by most as the "Deitch Wall," but it's more accurate at this point to call the public mural at Bowery and Houston "The Hole Wall." With the departure of Jeffrey Deitch and the closing of his gallery, Deitch Projects, programming of the mural has been passed on to his quasi-successor, former DP director and founder of The HoleKathy Grayson. That's her in the Martha Cooper photo above at left, photographing the mystery tagger who spent yesterday morning covering Barry McGee's recent mural, a red catalog of famous NYC tags, with a giant black-on-silver SACE in tribute to Dash Snow.
After much drama, and a deal that almost didn't happen, the Wall Street Journalreports that the West 22nd Street building that has housed the Chelsea Art Museum for nearly a decade will be bought by Albanese Development Corp. rather than taken over by Hudson Realty Capital, with whom CAM founder and director Dorothea Keeser has agreed to settle $13 million in debt. As a result of the deal, the museum will be able to stay open through the end of 2011 rent-free, at which point it will have to move out. Judging by its neighbors on West 22nd, the space will likely be turned into some combination of galleries and boutiques, a totally Chelsea makeover and a sad but hardly surprising fate for the largest of the 'hood's ever-thinning population of non-profit art spaces. (ArtInfo)
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by Jonny Diamond
on Wed, Nov 24, 2010 at 12:08 PM
Just in time to freak you out (even more) on the way to the airport, I just thought I'd raise a few more concerns about the new TSA full-body scanners, mainly because I haven't been seeing this angle covered much. So. I was listening online to the great Harry Shearer news/humor show Le Show (which the idiots at WNYC don't run, for some reason, because we need to hear Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me twice a weekend) and Mr. Shearer, always on the lookout for under-the-radar news, read aloud a letter from a "group of concerned scientists" from the University of California at San Francisco regarding the new full-body scanning machines. It's pretty scary stuff:
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by Joshua Kurp
on Wed, Nov 24, 2010 at 11:23 AM
When you think about it, there are actually a lot of similarities between Kanye West and Joanna Newsom. Both are ridiculously talented; both released critically acclaimed albums in 2010, and both are artists that people have extremely strong and vocal opinions on. You either love them or you hate them. Apropos of nothing, a Facebook friend had his status on Monday evening say, "joanna newsom is performing at carnegie tomorrow. too bad she SUCKS." There’s really no in-between.
Oh, and in case you haven’t heard, they both performed last night in New York—in very different venues.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, Nov 24, 2010 at 10:40 AM
A consultant for CPCR—the developer behind Williamsburg's enormous, controversial Domino project—recently said in an off-the-record meeting that it appears likely the company may have to find another private investor in order to make the project move forward, a source present for the remarks confirmed in an email.
Last week, a rumor circulated suggesting that CPCR might not have the resources to continue with the Domino project—rumors that the developer denied. "There is absolutely no validity to those rumors," Richard Edmonds, a spokesman for the Domino project, wrote in an email. "Domino is proceeding on schedule, with a groundbreaking on the upland parcel in late 2011."
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by Mike Conklin
on Wed, Nov 24, 2010 at 9:47 AM
If you can believe it, lots of people in attendance at Kanye West's record-release show at Bowery Ballroom last night were on Twitter, making it really easy and infuriating to follow along at home. Toward the end of the show, everyone was giddy about this ten-minute speech he delivered right before wrapping up. And sure, I get it: It must have been cool to watch a sort of crazy guy yell and scream about the things that make him craziest, but in terms of the rant's actual content? It's really just more of the same shit about how he's constantly being mistreated, and then overcoming that mistreatment because he's awesome and because of the energy from models or whatever. I briefly considered the possibility that the whole thing was redeemed by the bit near the end when he says, "If you a real artist, have no fear. Say what the fuck you want, do what you want, make what you want," because, you know, sure! But then again, removed from the energy of the room, I'm not sure how loudly I can clap for something that sounds like it got cut from the script of Pump Up the Volume. Also, If you listen really closely at around 7:15, you'll hear one person say, "Who cares, Kanye?" [Awl]
Only five months until it shows up at the top of your Netflix queue with a "Very Long Wait"
Love and Other Drugs: Like Morning Glory, Edward Zwick's Love and Other Drugs qualifies as a triumph within the low, low standards of the studio romantic comedy (and unlike Morning Glory, it's actually a romantic comedy of sorts, not a comedy with romcom elements grafted in pointlessly), but a letdown to anyone looking for a movie transcending formula, or at least executing it with precision. Jake Gyllenhaal plays a floundering pharmaceutical rep who hooks up—first for sex, and eventually for more—with Anne Hathaway playing a Parkinson's patient. Gyllenhaal, callow and fast-talking, and Hathaway, prickly and faux-cynical, have a tentative, smart (and nicely immodest! By which I mean they are naked a lot!) rapport; they're almost able to compete with Gyllenhaal's pharm-sales subplot holding far more inherent interest than yet another love story that changes everyone's lives forever. But while the movie's mixture of sales-world competition, sincere disease drama, and slapsticky sex comedy has a certain anti-formulaic kick, formula is exactly where Zwick and company head when they're not sure how to end things. Gyllenhaal shows peak leading-man confidence, but Hathaway still lacks that McAdams-style spark; she's a diligent, likable, believable actor, but outside of her stinging portrait in Rachel Getting Married (and, actually, her brief, wonderfully bizarre turn in the Tim Burton Alice in Wonderland), not an inspired one. She's heartfelt, but for such a free spirit, a little safe and scripted.
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by Keith Wagstaff
on Tue, Nov 23, 2010 at 4:21 PM
If there is one thing Williamsburg residents are good at, it's drinking. Not just any booze, mind you, but the good stuff: craft beer, small batch whiskey and now natural wine, courtesy of the Natural Wine Company. The store, located on N 11th Street between Driggs and Roebling, sells only natural wine; that is, wine with no to low sulfites, no chaptalization (the process of adding sugar to increase alcohol content) and the use of grapes that are grown sans herbicides and picked by hand. I recently attended the opening, invited by the gracious oenophile and comedian Jonny Cigar, the man behind underground wine club The Noble Rot.
In a press release sent out today, MoMA PS1 announced that one of the Modern's most recent acquisitions, Feng Mengbo’s room-sized video game installation "Long March: Restart" (2008, screenshot above), will be going on view/play on December 12. The side-scrolling game incorporates gameplay and design elements of the Super Mario Bros. and Street Fighter series, amongst others, with players leading a Red Army soldier on an epic journey across China, fighting political and spiritual baddies. Video game art: it's for real.
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by Mark Asch
on Tue, Nov 23, 2010 at 3:02 PM
While it is reasonable to despair of the possibility of ever truly bridging the intractable divide between people, Tao Lin's enactment of this despair—his "Concrete/Literal Style," using a prosaic vocabulary for automaton-like description of bland action, so as to preemptively void words and gestures of any but the most banal, functional, inconstestable meanings—is of the I-know-you-are-but-what-am-I school of relativism (he would prefer to not to be asked questions which "would imply that i have consistent, specific, ‘active’ definitions of certain abstractions/terms").
As millions of Americans prepare for the annual Thanksgiving migration, anti-Transportation Security Administration (TSA) sentiment is reaching historical highs on account of new X-ray vision scanners and invasive pat-downs, which means there should be some astounding new stories posted to My TSA Horror Story next week. So far it's all enough to make Amtrak look good, although the idiot who got caught with a joint and $5,000 in cash at JFK is just an idiot. Travel safely—and sexual assault-free! (TheDailyWhat)
So, every year for the past year now, The Desk Set, the social group for librarians and the people who dress like them and the people who like the people who dress like them, has held the Biblioball, a formal-dress prom for grown-ups (complete with portrait photography), at the Bell House. They're doing so again this year—it's on December 4.
As the Desk Set website goes into more detail about, funds will be raised for Literacy for Incarcerated Teens; there'll be DJ sets from writers, rock music for nerds, and, apparently, trapeze. (Plus a special pre-party Happy Hour, with giveaways, if you buy the most expensive tickets, which are $55. Regular tickets are $20 advance/$27 doors, and $10 gets you in after midnight, if you happen to be in Gowanus, wearing a suit, with nothing better to do.)