I finally got to see Venus in Fur on Broadway. I had heard so many good things about it from people who love theater. They kept telling me, "It would make a great movie."
The system by which we fund higher education may be horribly broken, but that in no way means the people who are a product of it should be written off. Graduates should feel empowered to effect these changes. If they don't -- if they're all too cynical and feel there's no use in trying -- then we're in big trouble.
Summertime used to mean that the galleries and museums would take it easy, presenting lackluster group shows and few, if any, challenging solo exhibitions. Not any more. Economy be damned, the Los Angeles art scene is now sizzling year round.
Commencement speeches are the worst kind of speech, because you need to be enthusiastic and inspiring in your own voice. There is nothing cheesier than that.
James Franco wanted to make a movie about the making of Rebel without a Cause but wound up with a collaborative MOCA exhibit instead.
What had started as a concert film about the Rolling Stones, a follow-up of sorts to the Maysles' The Beatles: The First U.S. Visit, turned into a Zapruder-like document that sounded the death knell for the flower power of the 1960s.
Directors give up on plot or accept clichés in order to stay closer to their social missions. It seems that protests are more potent through fiction, and documentaries are more effective through storytelling. Tribeca 2012 is a docudrama festival.
All of this got me to thinking about my own definition of "survival" and what things of value I've been willing to give up for my use of technology.
I'm not sure what to make of the big surprise on General Hospital this week -- but then again, I haven't known what to make of GH in a very long time.
What does this mean? Is everything really moving online? Does this mean I'm still relevant? Am I a web series ho, indentured servant (trade for press), or a potential mogul? Should I be thinking of the Web as a serious business?
In 2010, I met Maria Arena Bell in New York at a going away party hosted by Suzanne Geiss for Jeffrey Deitch, before he was to head west and take up h...
I eat chocolate just about every day. Okay, every day. I love nothing more than a good rich dark chocolate. It exhilarates. It satisfies. My father loved chocolate. I got my stomach for sweets from him.
You will laugh, you will cry, it is better than CATS. But most importantly, you will be moved. Senna is one of the most successful documentaries to come out of England to the States, ever.
Returning from Rise of the Planet of the Apes, I was sleepless and distraught at the effect the film had upon me. What captured my attention was so many memories of the 11 years in which I had two squirrel monkeys as pets.
NEW YORK-- There were no bold names (aside from artist Terence Koh and P.S. 1 head Klaus Biesenbach) or event photographers at the opening of the omni...