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From the suspiciously affordable West Village in Friends to the cosmopolitan Huxtable house in The Cosby Show, sitcoms have shaped our most elemental images of urban America. Maria Bustillos surfs from Cincinnati to Queens to Springfield, USA
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The New York of my imagination, before I came to the real thing, was a weird amalgam of notions gathered from all over the Ramones, Rosemary's Baby, James Thurber, the Velvet Underground, Woody Allen, Diana Vreeland, Taxi Driver, Henry James and Edith Wharton, The New Yorker. But my most seminal images of New York, lodged all the more firmly in my mind for having been subliminally implanted when I was but a wee tot, were sitcom ones.
From That Girl, I learned of the exciting and sweet Manhattan life of an aspiring actress, one who went on dates and lived in her own apartment! I Love Lucy, »
- Maria Bustillos
A glob of stray semen is slathered on as impromptu hair gel. A high school flutist describes all the graphic details of her "one time at band camp." A slobbering frat boy climbs a ladder for a close look at disrobing co-eds — a glimpse so revelatory that he plummets backward without batting an eye. Raunch-comedy history is littered with off-color climaxes, and the genre hasn't blown its load quite yet.
Barely Legal: 30 Nearly Pornographic Films
From full-blown sex romps to softcore substitutes spruced up with gags, Hollywood's history of »
Art historian Kenneth Clark moved in the highest social and cultural circles of Britain's postwar years. And yet it is his landmark 1969 series on western art, Civilisation, he is best known for. What made this chilly patrician so keen to communicate with the masses?
One fine morning in late spring I find myself wandering around a castle. This particular castle used to be the home of one of the most extraordinary private collections of art in England, and though its treasures the Cézannes, the Renoirs, the Turners are now long gone, a few in the care of public galleries, still others sold to the only collectors rich enough to be able to afford them, it remains a wonderful place to be. Here, any dusty postcard might bear the signature of Edith Wharton, any family photograph could turn out to be the handiwork of Man Ray.
This is Saltwood Castle in Kent, »
- Rachel Cooke
The Immigrant is a film of faces. That may seem simple, and perhaps it is, but James Gray‘s newest film does not try to be inscrutable. This is one of the virtues of melodrama, the raw and transparent quality of its emotion beaming from close-ups of the human face. Marion Cotillard‘s open, Catholic performance falls about her eyes, somewhere between Maria Falconetti and a Merchant Ivory adaptation of an Edith Wharton novel. Joaquin Phoenix‘s brow, meanwhile, seems ever wider and more brutal as he oscillates between compassion and selfish violence. Jeremy Renner wears eyeliner, like the star of a theoretically possible Mike Leigh film about Yiddish vaudeville entertainers. The plot is relatively straightforward, even initially cliché. Cotillard is Ewa, a woman just off the boat from Poland, with her sister Magda in tow. Yet when the Ellis Island officials notice that Magda is ill she is rushed off to the infirmary, where »
- Daniel Walber
4 items from 2014
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