In which Mark Asch, a white movie critic, raises objections to Armond White's review of the reviews of Precious.
The Donnie Darko and Southland Tales director tries to make a studio movie, but instead turns in the gratifyingly weird, unresolved The Box.
A new production of Albert Camus' torturous family tragedy can't grasp its destructive energy.
This week, The L Mag Questionnaire for Writer Types parses the finer points of anatomy and influence.
With their pages-long titles and exquisitely detailed rendering, the sculptors unsettling marble and onyx creations — heads fused to each other, talismans of some mysterious cult shining under elaborately rigged lighting — give the impression of having stumbled into a forbidden temple.
Salon 94 Freemans, 1 Freeman Alley, between Chrystie and Bowery, Lower East Side
Ben Gibbard and Jay Farrar set Jack Kerouac to music... the wrong type of music but music nonetheless.
The UK duo releases an album of seven wordless, pulsing electronic music. And they're still called Fuck Buttons.
Local noise-rockers release their debut full-length, prove once and for all that patience is a virtue.
We just realized there hasn't been any good indie-pop records released this year. Until now.
The Donnie Darko and Southland Tales director tries to make a studio movie, but instead turns in the gratifyingly weird, unresolved The Box.
Seriously, this new Christmas Carol is really, really meh. (Also, it's the first weekend in November).
Weathered patriarch Hal Halbrook makes the rest of That Evening Sun look even worse than it is.
Precious: Based on the Novel "Push" by Sapphire will uplift you even if it has to smash your head with a skillet to do it.
In the first of a series, Katie Robbins profiles the people behind New York's great ethnic restaurants.
Two new shows rely a little too much on the head and not enough on that other, bloodier part of the body.
What Sex and the City was to the late 90s, Mad Men is for the late 00s.
If you have to ask if it's ok to watch your ex-girlfriend in a three-way...
If you've ever considered adopting a rescue pet, now's the time. The furs need you.
Yes, people honestly do love the big, rich Yankees.
Leave the poor Moon alone. Don't we have enough trouble occupying other countries, let alone other planetoids?
Local noise-rockers release their debut full-length, prove once and for all that patience is a virtue.
Idiot Savant is experimental theater bliss, especially thanks to Willem Dafoe's spectacular performance(s).
The trials and tribulations of a gay Christian are the subject of this anguished novel.
Everything we've read about digital technology and studio greed suggests we should greet any movie proclaiming to be “real” with disbelief. And yet, The Fourth Kind...
Fast food done nearly perfectly at Williamsburg snack counter, Saltie.