I am under the spell of Peter Anastas, who takes me by the hand in “A Walker in the City: Elegy for Gloucester,” and leads me to his grandmother’s stove to take a whiff of her wonderful keftedes, little Greek meatballs seasoned with onions, oregano and fresh mint. We walk to the Fort to watch men unload the fishing boats. We stroll to the library, through Dogtown at dusk, to summer camp to learn to swim.
Some suggestions as to how to spend your Memorial Day weekend.
It’s easy to get discouraged, but there really are women singer-songwriters out there who seem to think actual thoughts and feel actual feelings. Sammy Witness, Amy Black, Jen Chapin and Cathy Heller more than fit the bill with their recent releases.
Lead singer (and violinist and saw player) Ursula Knudson talks about the group’s history and musical direction and her own background by phone from their rented van as they made their way from a gig in New York City to their next one in Berryville, Va.
If there’s one thing that always stays the same about the Athens, Ga., band Of Montreal, it’s that they never stay the same. They started out in 1996 as a quartet, soon became a trio and, over the years have regularly added and subtracted members.
Linda Chorney's rocky road to a Grammy nomination, as well as the rerouting of Grammy rules and regulations after it – specifically because of her – makes for some wildly entertaining reading in her new book, the actual name of which can’t be printed here. But let’s call it "Who the Hell Is Linda Chorney."
Though he stole all audience attention away from every other actor in his brief scene as Dr. Kuni in “Knocked Up,” no one was ready for Ken Jeong’s intro in “The Hangover.” He leaped out of a car trunk, wearing only black socks, and proceeded to beat the tar out of Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms and Zach Galifianakis with a tire iron. That’s right, wearing only black socks. His Mr. Chow eventually became an important character in that film and its sequel. In “The Hangover Part III,” Chow, naked again, of course, is quite often the center of attention. The doctor-turned-actor, who is also a regular on the TV show “Community,” chatted recently in Las Vegas.
It was with the release of “Boogie Nights,” in 1997, that Heather Graham became everybody’s favorite porn star with a heart of old. No, not actually Graham, but her character in that film, Rollergirl.
J.J. Abrams doesn't seem to be clear on what he's doing with the new Trek movies.
Actress-director Sarah Polley makes a living telling stories, but none of them are as fascinating as her own story, which she rivetingly chronicles in a masterpiece of documentary filmmaking.
A trained student of classical theater, Barbara Kyle spent two decades acting on stage and television before turning her attention to writing fiction. Her historical series "The Thornleigh Saga" has been published around the globe and continues to ensnare a growing number of fans in her riveting tales of scandal and intrigue set in the Tudor/Elizabethan period.
The story of mob hitman Richard Kuklinski, aka The Iceman, is pretty much all true.
British comedians Steve Oram and Alice Lowe are on a mission to rid the gorgeous English countryside of litterbugs and pompous prigs in the darkly comic “Sightseers.”
The first two “Hangover” films met with unexpected success, grossing more than a billion dollars at the box office. Part of the reason was that rarity in Hollywood: originality. No one had seen this story before. Part was the odd mix of outrageous comedy and a sense of danger. But the most important ingredient, the facet that led to “The Hangover, Part III,” the final entry in the series, was the camaraderie between the three unlucky main characters – Phil, Stu, and Alan – and the chemistry created by the actors playing them – Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms and Zach Galifianakis. All three gathered to chat about the series and its director, Todd Phillips, last week in Las Vegas.
Curl up with one of these good books.
A glance at the movies opening this week.
Robust. Ruthless. Hilarious. Ingenious. Here’s a crime spree we can enjoy — from the edge of our seat. Gregory Gibson’s debut crime novel, “The Old Turk’s Load,” tracks 10 kilos of pure Turkish heroin that goes astray during the 1967 Newark riots. Gibson constructs this cleverly plotted book with the kind of heart and storyteller’s glee that’s most welcome.
This week’s suggestions include watching the Preakness Stakes, going to see the new “Star Trek” movie, and more.
Despite its grim title, this sequel to J.J. Abrams’ really, really good, but not quite great reboot of the “Star Trek” franchise is going to be an absolute joyride for a lot of viewers. The writing has been knocked up a few notches; though Kirk (Chris Pine) and Spock (Zachary Quinto) still remain at the film’s center, the rest of the crew has been given more to do this time; and most important, “Into Darkness” is truly a valentine to “Star Trek” fans, especially those who have been into it since the original TV show.
Even as much as I’ve loved Ebert’s work, I had no intention of writing a tribute to him -- plenty of other, better writers (and a few worse ones) did that soon after he passed. But as I’ve been reading his last collection of reviews of bad movies, it’s had me rethinking what’s drawn me to his writing over the years.