The last time Baz Luhrmann volunteered for the task of adapting classic literature, he dressed up Shakespearean language in 90s-fantasia fashion and gunplay, not to mention music-video electricity, in a distinctive take on Romeo and Juliet—perhaps the most memorable of that decade's many Bard rejiggerings (but please don't tell Kenneth Branagh; it seems impolite). The movies that followed—the musical Moulin Rouge and the epic Australia—were not based on anything more than the thinnest slivers of history, but they both feel inspired by archetypal if unnamed classics, particularly Moulin Rouge, the best movie musical of the past, well, at least two or three decades, maybe more depending on your reverence. It struck some as am onslaught of ADD symptoms—a cry for help, even—but Luhrmann is one of the few directors to crossbreed successfully The Movie Musical with its Beatles-borne, 80s-dominating replacement The Music Video. It takes some stones to have your characters warble "The Sound of Music" in the first 15 minutes of your big-budget musical, but I guess Luhrmann knew he had the goods; Moulin Rouge is, in the end, a far better movie and musical than The Sound of Music.
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by Henry Stewart
on Mon, May 13, 2013 at 11:30 AM
I'm the last sucker I know who still gives network TV series a shot, who spends hungover Saturdays in bed watching Last Resort marathons on Hulu. Granted, there's usually not the quality you get from cable on broadcast television, but the networks still, almost accidentally, turn out interesting shows every once in a while. (The River was terrific! You probably never even heard of it!) I know it's early to be thinking about fall, but this weekend the major networks announced their new shows for the fall, and a handful stick out as promising. Here's what you should keep an eye out for, because, heck, they just might be good.
We're giving away a pair of tickets to see Black Francis on Friday, May 17 at Symphony Space. Tickets are $45, but we're going to send you and a friend for free.
This episode included a scene wherein our hero, Jaime Lannister (oh, he's not your hero? just because he almost killed a child in order to protect the sister he was fucking? good for you that your morals are so on point—feel proud), rescues Brienne from A BEAR in a heart-stopping scene that had me feeling actively nervous for their safety and their lives, but still that wasn't even close to being the most traumatic part of the episode, because, you know what? THEON GOT CASTRATED. A lot of other stuff also happened. But castration? That's a pretty big deal. Bigger than a bear? Maybe, yeah.
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by Lacy Warner
on Mon, May 13, 2013 at 9:30 AM
Charm, personified.
The other night I was having coffee with an older writer. He is known for his Don Draper charm, his good looks, and the bachelorhood requisite to this kind of allure. He is also notorious for having been called a “toxic cad” in print by a female writer. He is the kind of man who then put the quote on his website. I'd like to think we are kindred spirits. So when I told him a story about a recent one night stand, I was shocked to hear him say, “Lacy, a friend of mine recently started therapy, and his therapist told him not to have sex with anyone until 15 dates in. I think maybe you should do the same.”
Sure, there's something to be said for the benefit of the doubt, and maybe, just maybe, The Great Gatsby isn't going to suck. But you know what is definitely, without question going to suck? A lot? Opening weekend crowds.
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by Henry Stewart
on Fri, May 10, 2013 at 12:45 PM
Remember that Simpsons episode in which Marge asks Bart to go for a tandem bike ride, but he says no because he's playing a video game about going on a tandem bike ride with your mom? Soon New Yorkers may fall down such a rabbit hole of Meta in which the annoying people walking like idiots on the sidewalk will have their faces buried in an iPhone, playing a new video game about walking down the sidewalk in New York. The game, for Apple devices, is called Sidewalker—Late to Work, in which you play as a guy trying to walk to work, weaving between other guys in suits, between taxi traffic in the streets, between orange cones and tourists with cameras around their necks, whom you can kick!
A punch to the face is always more welcome than a cruel comment.
Words hurt. No one knows this more than a writer. The power that a malicious comment can have is exponentially stronger than any punch to the face. Cruel words worm their way into your psyche, establish themselves deep inside, and remain hidden, lying in wait should you ever doubt yourself again, then striking at your confidence over and over until you are utterly defeated. The potential for damage that words contain is immeasurable. But the damage of a fist is finite. Bruises heal. Split lips mend. Maybe this is why so many writers have been been notoriously pugilistic, even if only when drunk. After all, writers, more than anyone know that a punch can land but not linger, whereas words last forever. Or maybe writers the reason writers are so prone to fisticuffs is just the alcohol. Anyway. None of that is to say that writers don't insult each other through words. They do. Obviously they do. And when they do? The insults are of such a singular and cutting nature that it would be a shame not to honor the perverse cruelty of the author-to-author insult. Here are ten of my favorites.
The Great Gatsby: Despite its Great American Novel status, not to mention its author's own Hollywood connections, F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby doesn't have the most fruitful record of film adaptations. That's not to say people haven't tried; this article over at PopMatters has an interesting rundown of the four straight-ish adaptations of the book: a 1926 silent version released not long after the book itself, lost to the ages; a 1949 version starring Alan Ladd as Gatsby that apparently makes the character into a more explicit criminal, with henchmen and everything, that is available most prominently on YouTube; the high-profile and crushing bore 1974 version; and the barely-considered 2000 made-for-TV version with Paul Rudd as Nick and Mira Sorvino as Daisy. (I haven't seen it, but Rudd's spot-on casting makes me want to.) None of these have become iconic (or even half-iconic) enough to keep Baz Luhrmann (and Warner Brothers financiers) from swinging for the fences on his lavish, brand-new, 3D take on a novel slim enough to cover in an evening if you're so inclined. Luhrmann got his old Romeo Leonardo DiCaprio to suit up as Gatsby; DiCaprio's late-90s carousing buddy Tobey Maguire to assay Nick; and It-ish Girl Carey Mulligan to attempt what Mia Farrow could not: to make Daisy even the tiniest bit transfixing despite her carelessness.
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by Henry Stewart
on Thu, May 9, 2013 at 1:27 PM
A new website Dog Spin aims to be a comprehensive resource for New York dog owners, at least Manhattanites: it maps dog runs, offers info on daycare, dog walkers, vets, and city laws. It also offers information like, where are the dog-friendliest bars in the city? (Spoiler: most of them are in Williamsburg!)
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by Crystal Gwyn
on Thu, May 9, 2013 at 12:48 PM
Greenpoint based David Brandon Geeting is a still life and portrait photographer who uses friends and findings to create musings on daily Brooklyn experience. With precarious balancing acts and unexpected arrangements of otherwise overlooked household items, he strategically (notice liquor store window reference) handles the item we all treat the most lovingly in Brooklyn--BOOZE.
What is your work's relation to the issue theme? Whenever I drink I have the craziest dreams. A lot of my work is based on subconscious decisions - I make the best stuff when I'm not thinking about it. Where can we see your work this next year? The FADER, Bloomberg Businessweek, in a lookbook for Levi's, possibly in a gallery in DUMBO, and possibly on your bedroom wall.
If you're single and hating it, leave it to your friends at The L to help. We've teamed up with the minds behind HowAboutWe to create Brooklyn Dating, a service that will (hopefully) help change online dating and find you the Brooklynite of your dreams. If you're trying to go on some dates, instead of spending all of your valuable time filling out compatibility tests, just go on some dates. We know this sounds scary, but we make it easy. Just visit Brooklyn Dating, pick the outing that sounds the most interesting to you (or come up with one of your own), make an account (if you haven't already), and go! Just go.
Every week, we'll post three of our favorite Brooklyn dates to aid you in your search for a soulmate. So get off your laptop, (or your iPad or iPhone or iPod or whatever) and go fall in love. Click here to get started, and you can find the three best Brooklyn dates of the week after the jump.
Zaarly is your online marketplace for local food, services and handmade goods.
Are you visiting mom this weekend and panicking to find a gift for Motherís Day? Did you forget your wife is also the mother of your children? (Donít worry, we forgot, too.) Damage control; weigh your options. Youíve given her tons of flowers before and it reeks of desperation. If you really want to underwhelm her, you could spend $5.95 on a last-minute card from the Target at Atlantic Center. Maybe this year you should take advantage of this wonderful borough you live in and get her something handmade in Brooklyn. But what and where?
Check out Celine Legrosís handmade canels at her Zaarly storefront. A former lawyer, Celine began organizing cooking classes outside of her day job. Eventually she decided to leave law to pursue baking full-time. Now she sells delicious custard pastries available in small and large quantities and even delivers right to your door.
15 assorted miniature pastries by Celine
Originating in the Bordeaux region of France, Canels are formed in a mold and caramelized on the outside and soft on the inside. Celine makes them with unique flavors: rose blossom water, pink praline, chestnut, coffee, dark chocolate, pistachio, salted caramel, and cinnamon. At only 25 calories apiece, your wife or mom wonít feel guilty for having more than one.
If momís not the caramelized custard type, then consider giving her a beauty product from Glory Boon. Proprietor Alexandra began by making hand-crafted soaps and moisturizers for herself and family members. As demand grew, she moved to full-time and now she sells a large variety of paraben-, phthalate-, sulfate-, and cruelty-free products through her Zaarly storefront.
Mom would love the vegan body lotion, which comes in grapefruit and lavender scents, and revitalizes the skin with natural aloe vera. Or perhaps the pink rose clay facial mask. A favorite among her customers, it naturally draws oils and dirt to the surface of the skin while also exfoliating. And after that she can apply goat milk face moisturizer, which improves collagen density, acts as an anti-inflammatory, diminishes small skin abrasions.
Pink rose clay facial mask from Glory Boon
And like Celine, Alexandra will deliver to Manhattan and Brooklyn, so you donít have to make another stop before heading home to see mom!
For more local Brooklyn and NYC gift ideas your mom or wife will love, check out the many storefronts on Zaarly.
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by Henry Stewart
on Wed, May 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM
BAM's annual film festival returns for its fifth year with a kick-ass slate of films. Featuring lots of high-profile indies that have been making waves at other festivals, it also "remains a hometown festival," the press release reads, "with nearly half our main slate by Brooklyn filmmakers." We're psyched about making new discoveries and catching up with names we've been hearing about, but if your resources are limited and you want to know what's, like, essential to see, you shouldn't go wrong with any of these, because we were already excited to see them before we heard they were playing at BAM.
If only she knew where to get nice, Brooklyn-made glassware, this woman wouldn't have to drink from the bottle like that.
Alcohol is a beautiful thing. We are right to be celebrating it. But, there is more to life than just spirits. I mean, sometimes, you need something to go with your bourbon. At the very least, you need something in which to pour your drink. You don't want to just drink out of the bottle, do you? Of course not. You're an adult. And perhaps you want something to eat while you're drinking? Obviously! Obviously you do. Drinking on an empty stomach almost never leads to good things. And we all want good things. So, here's a round-up of some of the best locally made or, if not made here, at least readily available here, accompaniments to Brooklyn booze.
Drinking and music go together like, I don't know, two things that go together really well, in a really sloppy, perfect kind of way. They just fit. If you've never belted out a song while holding a bottle of something in your hand, extended arm wobbling and sloshing the contents to the floor, well, I don't know that you can say you've really lived. But what makes a perfect drinking song? Well, it helps if it references alcohol, although any kind of intoxication will do, be it alcohol, drugs, or even love. It helps if it's easily identifiable from its opening bars, so that you can prepare yourself to sing along. It helps if the chorus is repeated enough that, even if you forget most of the lyrics, you can chime in a few times over the course of the song. It helps if it's particularly gleeful or particularly poignant, anything that makes you feel. These are songs that will make you cry into your glass and jump up off your bar stool. These are songs that will make you grab the person next to you and insist that they sing along. These are songs that you will dance to, because you just can't help it, you need to dance. These are the songs that, just when you're sure that the alcohol has dulled your brain past the point of cognizance, bring you back again, so that you can start all over. You can start everything all over.
Badlands (1973) Directed by Terrence Malick Malick’s first film is also his most accessible; written while he was still studying at the American Film Institute, it features Malick’s most polished and easy-to-follow narrative. It follows a young outlaw couple as they embark on a haphazard killing spree across the American heartland in the 50s. But the film sounds more conventional than it actually is. Touches of Malick’s signature visual style show up throughout, and then there's Sissy Spacek’s anchoring voiceover narration. Martin Sheen's coolly detached protagonist is one of those characters you never want to stop watching. This newly restored 40th-anniversary print will screen for a week, a longer theatrical run than most of the director’s films receive elsewhere in the country. Daniel Loria (Opens May 10 at Film Forum)
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by Jeff Klingman
on Tue, May 7, 2013 at 12:22 PM
A real room I was in...
One of the many notable events going on during Red Bull Music Academy's benign reign of corporate arts patronage this month is the New York City premiere of Brian Eno's 77 Million Paintings installation. The piece, first developed in 2006 and debuting in the US in a 2007 San Francisco show, is what's referred to as a "generative work." It's led by software to change subtly as it goes, layering specific colors and patterned components on top of each other in slowly shifting combinations that will never repeat twice. It was sort of like sitting inside your own Xanax catnap for half an hour. In a good way...