Two years ago, my first ever New York weekend was spent in the big, gay outstretched arms of Pride Week, and I found myself charmed into a swift transatlantic u-haul to this damn seductive city. Fast forward to this past weekend's Pride, where those same arms gave me another big hug.

Recounting the adolescent beginnings of a precocious love affair, the opening of Giddens Ko's semi-autobiographical debut You Are the Apple of My Eye is a tide pool of tonal confusion. From out of high school's brackish, malodorous micro-environment comes a legion of awkward human curios, most of them made nauseous by dissonant emotions and kinetic camerawork for which they didn't ask. Told from a smarmy male student's point of view, the movie's first act is a playbook of gross, geeky, and aggressive indulgence; the world slows down to shove a hot dog glistening with condiments into a bespectacled classmate's moon-shaped face, but it speeds up to help along two boys loudly masturbating into their desks while another kid times their efforts with a stopwatch.
Bushwick Daily’s Katarina Hybenova has been reporting that the Life Cafe and three Bushwick galleries— Famous Accountants, 950 Hart, and Botanic— have or will soon close their doors. While there was no official reason for Famous Accountants’ closure, it seemed that both 950 Hart and Botanic have shut down due to unaffordable rents. Famous Accountants’ phone line seems to be disconnected, and they were unavailable by email during the time of this writing.

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The L Magazine: Over the past few years, you seem to have shifted focus a little from the general perils/evils of consumerism to the environmental degradations of corporate greed, specifically mountaintop removal and fracking. Why the change? And what’s next?
Reverend Billy: You get this sense they think they'll find industrial energy absolutely anywhere: "Excuse me, what is the device that is attached to my front door? Oh, you're harvesting the flammable microbes in our breath?" Mountaintop removal and fracking and tar sands: these are dangerous, but they're already so absurd that we will need remedial science fiction classes to get a handle on the nature of the crime. It shouldn't surprise us that they don't think about the end of the world—why would that occur to them? It's too mundane.

As a Soderbergh fan, I'm expecting some kind of cross between his 2009 triumphs The Informant! (true-life deadpan comedy shot in sickly yellows) and The Girlfriend Experience (sex drama with procedural-aesthetic interest in a whole lot of non-sex transactions). In non-Soderbergh news, the Tatum-featuring G.I. Joe: Retaliation was, up until about a month ago, supposed to open on this very same date; its bump to March 2013 ruins a lovely Channing Tatum Channing Tatum double feature. Rumor has it he dies early in Retaliation—or at least he did; maybe a recut will capitalize on 2012: Year of the Channing—so you could've watched Magic Mike first and seen Retaliation as his amusingly ignominious end, or Magic Mike second, in which case it becomes his glorious resurrection.

Schimmel’s sudden departure was first reported by art journalist Mat Gleason. On his personal blog, he wrote: “Paul Schimmel was fired at MOCA - it was the end of the fiscal year and they tightened the belt.” If MOCA is ridding itself of a high-level staff member due to financial duress, then the museum is in a sad state of affairs, just like one of the city's other major museums, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art.


Before you stop reading now and go book your tickets to Miami for the August 2nd scheduled blowfest, observe the stipulations (and the delightfully photoshopped cover shot), which may put a damper on your plans.
This may in fact be a genius marketing move by Sara and Angelina, who don’t seem like they’re topping any porn producers’ must-have-actresses list. But we’ll just have to wait a few days to find out how it all goes for them.
And if you stopped reading after going through the rules and absolutely NSFW links, you will have missed some of the gems of online commentary that it birthed, including my favorite from poster wickedj51 (who was posting to a members-only forum): “I am not of interest because my girlfriend Alexia also it is unclean but I posted because I know many of you are lonely and would love this chance with a woman. Maybe the only chance. If you find this to be of interest please leave me a green reputation. Many have left red I don't understand why.”
Forty-three years sounds like a really long time but also like a really short time. With the fun of Pride over, I guess today is more a day to reflect on how far we've come and how very, very we have to go.

The Boxer's Omen is grade-A freakout material, one of the weirdest and most viscerally bizarre examples of the supernatural Hong Kong-exported grindhouse fare that John Carpenter and W.D. Richter riffed on in Big Trouble in Little China. Within the film's first 20 minutes, you will see human body parts engorge and explode in ways that you never thought possible. The film's schlocky, go-for-broke gross-out battle between good and evil magicians is just as revolting and memorably jarring each time you rewatch it and is guaranteed to make you gape in awe at the filmmakers' monumental tastelessness.

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From Fox Searchlight Pictures comes the incredible story of a six-year-old from a defiant bayou community, sustained by an extraordinary imagination and the desire to restore order in the universe.

Tonight: Wednesday, June 27th
Screening: Dirty Looks, Yesterday Once More
Dirty Looks, a monthly screening series of queer and experimental video, will be showing recent work by Matt Wolf, Zachary Drucker, Mariah Garnett, and Chris E. Vargas. Thumbs up.
White Columns
320 West 13th Street, 8:30–10:30pm
$7 suggested donation

After holding in his gut for his last couple of romantic comedies, Pan finally exhales sharply with Vulgaria. Vulgaria's loose slew of jokes about Pop Rocks blow jobs, Al Qaeda product placement and bestiality have more in common with his 2003 husbands-behaving-badly comedy Men Suddenly in Black than they do with any of his more recent dramedies. Both Love in a Puff (2010) and its sequel, Love in the Buff (2012), are accomplished, appreciably intelligent films about the necessity of self-mythologizing.
By contrast, Vulgaria is an unstructured comedy about a film producer.
On June 13, two officers from the same precinct knocked on the door of Harington’s 16th Street home.“I heard them say my name — so I thought they were following up on the assault case,” he said.
But instead, he claims the officers slammed him against a car, threw his cellphone on the ground, and tossed him in jail overnight on charges of criminal mischief for purportedly leaving a nine-inch scratch on a neighbor’s car. [Brooklyn Paper]
Yeesh. If this guy is for real, this is messed up, even by NYPD standards. "Snitches get stitches" is supposed to apply to people snitching TO the police, not ABOUT them.
Just one day after a totally stupid 4-minute "trailer" for Lana Del Rey's A$AP Rocky-starring "National Anthem" video hit the internet, we have been graced with the completed product, a nearly 8-minute clip in which LDR does the Marilyn Monroe "Happy Birthday Mr. President" thing, but then also assumes the role of Jackie O while A$AP Rocky stands in as JFK. Yes, he gets shot at the end, and yes, there is an incredible amount of massive-lipped pouting, just as you would expect. "National Anthem," it turns out, is still a horrible song for a number of reasons, chief among them the way she turns "ovation" into a six-syllable word.
In just a month, London will host the Summer 2012 Olympic Games. Get ready for noisy fanfare, tight spandex—and heightened security measures. On Friday, a trio of art-minded architects and designers were held up at London’s Southend Airport under suspicion of terrorist activity. The group, Tomorrow’s Thoughts Today, were interrogated over the contents of their most recent art project, which they had stowed away in their luggage.
You read that headline right. I'm The L Magazine's new art editor and boy do I like news. Expect us to break a lot of it over here. We'll also let you know what art events are worth your time, who's doing stupid shit you can skip, and give you the earliest links to art memes you NEED TO KNOW. Awesome.