On the heels of that news came a press release today from Bruar Falls announcing that after two quick years of existence, the venue will be closing its doors on November 1. Some pull-quotes from a refreshingly genuine e-mail:
For the broke young couple at the heart of A Day Off, every step feels like the end of the road. They get together every Sunday; on this particularly brisk one, their last decision together is that she’ll get an abortion, and so he runs out to the city to find money to pay for it. In a sad metaphor for their relationship, we see him offer her his coat, then decide to take it with him, then finally take it off and leave it on the ground. During his search, we see her shivering on the park bench while he's out either being denied loans, or losing his nerve.
If you're going to do some binge drinking, you might as well do it for a good cause. The Brooklyn Pub Crawl was started by two firefighters to support the Wildland Firefighters Foundation, which helps the support the families of firefighters killed or injured while fighting wildfires. All you have to do is buy a $25 T-shirt and you'll privy to special drink deals at bunch of great Brooklyn bars, including Franklin Park, Hot Bird and more.
The Dreileben (three lives) trilogy: three different directors take the same inciting incident and conclusion (madman escapes, hides out in forest, kills again, is finally captured) and emphasize as much or as little of that plot as convenient. Perversely, almost nothing in any of the three films enriches or demands the company of its companions. The results (emerging from a back-and-forth, began in 2006 and published in 2007, about the directors’ differing views on German cinema) don’t really complement each other; they stand alone, for better or worse. Mostly worse.
MoMA PS1 is looking especially sharp this weekend as the hungry masses—the kind voracious for aesthetically refined and cutting-edge printed material—descend on the museum to find exactly what they’re looking for and much, much more. The New York Art Book Fair (through Sunday) consists of over 200 stands representing international art book publishers, periodicals, zines, and the like. All of this in addition to myriad speakers, book signings, and events makes for a satiating—and splendidly overwhelming—weekend in Long Island City. Visit and browse away, by all means, but here are ten things to keep an eye out for...
Carrying her dress in plastic Target bag and sporting chipped, days-old nail polish, Laura Guerrero (Stephanie Sigman) seems an unlikely contestant for the Miss Baja pageant, but the way in which her naïve aspirations are rudely interrupted is unexpected indeed. “Bala,” you see, means “bullet.” Lau is reluctantly joining her friend at a club, where macho drug cops with alleged pull at the pageant hold court in an exclusive back room with cinderblock walls and strings of CDs, when it’s raided by a drug cartel—kingpin Lino (Noe Hernandez) finds her cowering in the bathroom, and lets her leave before they open fire. Trying to find her friend the next day, she approaches a cop in a parked squad car to ask after her friend, and gets in to tell her story—the cop, slightly out of focus in the foreground of the shallow widescreen frame, seems twitchy, and we jump along with Laura when the car starts moving, and aren’t necessarily surprised when, all in the same take, she’s delivered to Lino, who’s taken an interest in her.
Since this summer all of North Brooklyn (right?) has been living a Whitmanesque dream of traveling across the East River by ferry, but who'd have thought the new waterborne commuter service would bring the poet back to his old riverfront hood? And yet here's Walt Whitman, regally holding court under the Manhattan Bridge archway in a new paper-maché statue by Mark Gagnon installed during last weekend's DUMBO Arts Festival.
According to Lauren, the officer asked if they knew what was going on in the neighborhood. When they answered in the affirmative, he asked if they knew what the guy was looking for.
"He pointed at my outfit and said, 'Don't you think your shorts are a little short?'" she recalled. "He pointed at their dresses and said they were showing a lot of skin."
He said that such clothing could make the suspect think he had "easy access," said Lauren.
She said the officer explained that "you're exactly the kind of girl this guy is targeting."
You're exactly the kind of girl this guy is targeting, Lauren. A female person who lives in the neighborhood. But hey, says the NYPD spokesperson, don't get your skirts (or hopefully, pants) all in a bunch, you dumb broads. They aren't blaming you for wearing slutty clothing, they're just saying that the guy tends to prefer attacking women wearing skirts and probably especially short skirts even though there's not actually evidence of that part. But I mean come on!
The writer-director Asghar Farhadi’s A Separation opens in an Iranian courtroom—like the other courtrooms we see in the film, it looks like an old elementary-school classroom, all hard and once-bright tile—with husband Nader (Peyman Moadi) and wife Simin (Leila Hatami) bickering with each other and pleading their cases at hearing for their divorce position. The camera’s static, from the judge’s p.o.v., so that their imploring arguments seem to be directed at us—and so, for the remainder of the movie, we observe everyone’s perfectly rationally justified self-interest, as everything goes to hell.
And it just feels like, spinning plates...
Live, @ Roseland Ballroom, Midtown Manhattan
September 29, 2011
It was the fourth song before I remembered that I really liked Radiohead. Prior to that, and despite the initial excitement that the pre- and post-millennial icons were playing an “intimate gig” in a 3,000-plus capacity midtown theater and the subsequent anguish over the inability of most fans to even get into the room, it was easy to feel a wee bit disillusioned.
Remember last month when the producers from Magical Elves—responsible for Bravo's The Work of Art—sent out a casting call for the sixth and final case member in their next art world reality TV show Paint the Town, about twentysomething women working at popular New York City galleries? Well, you can stop waiting to get a call-back; the casting is done, and the series has begun filming at End of Century's forthcoming new Lower East Side location.
The move itself, though, feels beholden to no one, sometimes gloriously so. Lonergan follows Lisa Cohen (Anna Paquin), a smart and sometimes smugly self-aware teenager attending Upper West Side private school. We see her charm her math teacher (Matt Damon) out of a cheating accusation, flirtily sidestep a nervous classmate kinda-sorta asking for a date, and shop for a cowboy hat for her upcoming trip out West to visit her dad. Then she distracts a bus driver (Mark Ruffalo), who runs a red light and hits a pedestrian (Allison Janney), who dies in Lisa's arms.
Alex Ross immediately took to Twitter, asking the city council to help the concert hall reopen.
Local street art pranksters TrustoCorp continue to expand beyond their trademark sarcastic street signage. After making the G train friendlier in July and taking over magazine racks and payphone ads in August, their latest endeavor is far more ambitious: transforming a Brooklyn gas station into a drive-thru liposuction station.
The first two scenes in Le Havre, Finnish director Aki Kaurismäki’s latest deadpan fable, conjure an air of menace and frustration—but most of the rest of the film is refreshingly good-natured. Wizened shoeshiner Marcel Marx (André Wilms), who plies his trade in the eponymous French port town, is introduced blackening the boots of a customer when sinister figures emerge at the corners of the screen, the director cutting in to their comically expressionless faces. After these men carry off Marx’s customer, they offer him a pittance for his business losses, which is more than he gets in the second scene, when he’s rudely booted from his perch in front of a department store.
Live, @ Piano’s, Manhattan
September 28, 2011
Early in last night’s Veronica Falls show Roxanne Clifford apologized, from behind a wall of hair hiding her face, that she had a touch of flu and couldn’t hit the super high notes. “Some of us are ill, and some of us can’t sing,” added drummer Patrick Doyle.
This just convinces me even further how repellent BDSM is. You must be mentally ill…
elvis costello perfomance link (the published one here is not working) http://videos.mediaite.com/video/Elvis-Costello-Radio-Radio-1977
I need a sweet baby