Even without the aid of Smell-o-Vision, Charlie Kaufman's bedroom comes
across as dank.
The Quiet American, which recently opened for a two-week run in a
couple of theaters in New York and Los Angeles, illustrates just how far
Hollywood self-censorship has gone in the year
"I was in a highly unshaved and tatty state," John Lennon said of his 1966 meeting with a certain conceptual artist, then mounting her first show at London's Indica Gallery.
Tom Stoppard's 'Coast of Utopia'
November has been melodrama month at the movies. First Todd Haynes
brought us Far From Heaven, which he ought to have called
Imitation of Imitation.
The idea of craft is an unanticipated product of the Industrial Revolution.
Like a kid at an ice-cream counter, urging his friends to try the chocolate--like a writer of travel guides, warning tourists not to miss the Eiffel Tower--I come before you to praise Grand Il
It's rude of me to speak of Todd Haynes's new picture as if it were a
symptom; but then, he's the one who's always consulting doctors.