Nicole Kidman is here, trying to smile up some new interest in both a career that has turned anemic and a movie version of the Broadway play Rabbit Hole, which underscores her rarely tapped depths as a dramatic actress. As movies lose luster and star wattage dims, you wouldn't guess it this week in Toronto. Read More
Finally Red Hook may get the public transportation solution Brooklynites have been auditioning for all these years.
"City eyes putting transit dinosaurs back on track in Red Hook, Brooklyn," reads this morning's New York Daily News headline. Streetcars, which seemingly went the way of bowler hats and impromptu musical numbers, could be the latest (if Read More
Twinkling lights and Chinese lanterns festooned the trees at Tavern on the Green’s New York Film Festival party last Friday. The belle of the ball was a luminous Helen Mirren, holding court after the premiere of her (and Miramax’s) The Queen, in a floor-length pearlescent white-and-black Stella McCartney dress. Ms. Mirren’s vanity-free performance as Queen Read More
Twinkling lights and Chinese lanterns festooned the trees at Tavern on the Green’s New York Film Festival party last Friday. The belle of the ball was a luminous Helen Mirren, holding court after the premiere of her (and Miramax’s) The Queen, in a floor-length pearlescent white-and-black Stella McCartney dress. Ms. Mirren’s vanity-free performance as Queen Read More
Late last Thursday night, the clock ticking toward midnight under a full Canadian moon, a line made up mostly of young men snaked along Toronto’s Gerrard Street. The hipsters in their hoodies, the awkward computer nerds, the beefy frat-boys were there for the Toronto Film Festival’s “midnight madness” North American premiere of Borat: Cultural Learnings Read More
"Senator Clinton has no connection to her husband's philanthropic operation. "But the message was pretty clear," says an executive with Read More
Sara Vilkomerson reports from a madhouse up in Toronto: Such an entrance. Photo: Getty Images. Paulo Costanzo--of Road Trip, Joey and Canadian birth--was freaking out. "This is the best fucking night of my life," he screamed from his seat at last night's midnight screening of Borat. Agent and limousine liberal Ari Emmanuel lurked up in Read More
REYKJAVIK, ICELAND—The quality of play at the Financial Icehockey World Cup, or the World Financial Hockey Tournament, as it was variously called, was described by Toronto team captain Brad Kwong, a defensemen, as a mixed bag. “Some teams were better than others,” he said. Yes: In one game, Mr. Kwong’s team manhandled the New York Read More
REYKJAVIK, ICELAND—The quality of play at the Financial Icehockey World Cup, or the World Financial Hockey Tournament, as it was variously called, was described by Toronto team captain Brad Kwong, a defensemen, as a mixed bag. “Some teams were better than others,” he said. Yes: In one game, Mr. Kwong’s team manhandled the New Read More
On a Saturday in late February, 120 citizens gathered in Union Square for the purpose of battering each other about with fluffy pillows for an hour and a half. Afterward, they posted photos of themselves—pillow-fighting—on the Internet. Organized by Toronto’s newmindspace.com, the fight attracted enthusiasts from as far off as Stockholm, Toronto, Brooklyn and Long Read More
As I read Neil Strauss’ The Game, I found it impossible not to think of a dear old friend—let’s call her Ingrid—who’s the sort of woman who gets approached by guys constantly. Watching grown men flounder and humiliate themselves at bars, restaurants, museums and bookstores becomes agonizing after a while; typically, they sidle over one Read More
Film festivals are like funerals: As soon as one door closes, another one opens. Before I’ve even unpacked from a punishing ordeal of physical and mental exhaustion (not to mention eye strain) at last week’s 30th annual movie marathon in Toronto, the 43rd New York Film Festival is upon us. The differences are vast and Read More
Film festivals are like funerals: As soon as one door closes, another one opens. Before I’ve even unpacked from a punishing ordeal of physical and mental exhaustion (not to mention eye strain) at last week’s 30th annual movie marathon in Toronto, the 43rd New York Film Festival is upon us. The differences are vast and Read More
Gay cowboys, a 60-foot rubber lobster, a pair of Siamese twins who play guitars and become pop stars, the usual menu of war, chemotherapy patients, dope fiends, wife beaters, child abusers, born-agains, violence, rape, rock ’n’ roll and Liza Minnelli. Toronto 2005’s got something for everybody. Thirty years ago, three broke Toronto movie buffs who Read More
Gay cowboys, a 60-foot rubber lobster, a pair of Siamese twins who play guitars and become pop stars, the usual menu of war, chemotherapy patients, dope fiends, wife beaters, child abusers, born-agains, violence, rape, rock ’n’ roll and Liza Minnelli. Toronto 2005’s got something for everybody. Thirty years ago, three broke Toronto movie buffs who Read More
