Watching the new documentary Inside Deep Throat, I was struck by the idea that in the early ‘70s the best way to get into the legitimate film industry was through porn.
Any certified Disney Classic in which a major character utters the line, “the fate of the village rests in your hands” had better have some major redeeming qualities.
Dodging around other visitors in the National Gallery of Art, I worried that I didn’t have the aesthetic experience to do Andre Kertesz’s photography justice.
Though The Aviator provides insight into the private life of Howard Hughes, truly one of the most intriguing and bizarre public figures of the twentieth century, it is never more than the sum of its parts.
Bright Eyes; Saturday, January 29; 9:30 Club Touring in support of its twin January releases, Bright Eyes and its indie wunderkind frontman Conor Oberst sold out the 9:30 Club last... Read more
Usually when books develop a buzz I refuse to read them. Seeing every other person on the subway reading The Da Vinci Code made it that much less desirable a read for me.