It does not seem quite possible that Jack Nicholson could be turning 75 today. He seems ageless, particularly when you revisit his best films. And that's just what we should all do to mark the occasion.
One night in 1965, I went to bed, apparently fine. The next morning, when I awoke, I was unable to walk. I was eventually diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. I couldn't write. I finally found a solution -- a red plastic chopstick.
All too rare is an art exhibition that invites the viewer to share in the joy of discovery, engaging us as confidants in new revelations that suddenly seem self-evident. "Speaking in Tongues: Wallace Berman and Robert Heinecken, 1961-1976," is just such an exhibition.
Warhol's Screen Tests show the artist's gaze at its blankest. Auditioning factory stars and starlets, in front of a locked or unlocked frame, these harshly lit studies function as portraits of the sitters.
Recently, the yearly reading of "Howl" at Columbia University attracted crowds to the Philosophy Hall. An irony was not missed: in his days, Allen represented rebellious youth. Now, he is the poet of our time.
In his opening remarks to "Andy Warhol: Motion Pictures," MoMA's Chief Curator at Large Klaus Biesenbach told us to think of Warhol's screen tests -- 12 of which are presented in large-scale on the wall of one gallery -- as portraits.
"The bidders egos are the main reason for the inflated prices," Luis Accorsi told us. "The eagerness to win, one person over the other." Nevertheless, it's hard not to be taken in by the energy in the room.