• Tempest_helen_mirren
    The centerpiece of the New York Film Festival, "The Tempest" is state of the art Julie Taymor, that is, a study in the spectacular. The ashen spirit Ariel darts behind trees in the barren terrain of the Shakespearean island forest in multiples, to say nothing of the heavens conjured and riled by the tap of Prospero's crooked stick. But here is Taymor's twist: Prospero, long the private plum of aging actors much as he was created in the playwright's senior years, is now Prospera. Introducing her in the grandeur of Alice Tully Hall on Saturday, Taymor announced, here is our sorceress. And Helen Mirren, always the queen, resplendent in sequins, glimmered onto the stage. 

    What does this gender bending do for Shakespeare's late-life tale of shipwreck and betrayal? Taymor had directed an off-Broadway version early on, for Classic Stage Company, with a male lead. But a woman makes so much sense. Mirren supplies the requisite maturity: dozens of close-ups show her age unadorned with the magic of makeup, and she is above all else a mother, to Miranda, metaphorically to Ariel (the wiry Ben Whishaw), and to his earthly counterpart Caliban (Djimon Hounsou). 

    Composer Elliot Goldenthal said that the final coda over the credits was set to music –sung to haunting perfection by the band Portishead's Beth Gibbons— after the film was put to bed. It will be amazing to see what Taymor does for the “Spider Man: Turn Off the Dark” musical, premiering on Broadway in November.

    As viewers queued up for the long line leading to the Empire Hotel's rooftop for the afterparty, it was hard to speak, hard to get over the return to contemporary English after the exquisite immersion of The Tempest.

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Freakonomics-2 It takes a wild leap of the imagination to think Freakonomics, the best selling book by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner could be made into a film. Incredibly, several offers were made and finally the right concept presented itself: a dream team of documentary filmmakers Morgan Spurlock, Alex Gibney, Eugene Jarecki, Rachel Grady and Heidi Ewing, among them, creating what amounts to a very clever, entertaining, seemingly random fact-loaded commentary on the workings of our world. At a special screening on Wednesday, author Stephen Dubner presented one tidbit not found in his book, but it could have been: after giving the predictable alarming statistics about drunk drivers, he asked had we ever thought about the risks of drunk walkers. Huh? And then he provided the alarming statistics. Let's just say, it is neither safe nor prudent to drive or walk home after cocktails.

    Over cocktails at the afterparty in the Garden Room of Michael's, another set of documentarians including Barbara Kopple and Robert Richter chatted about the inventiveness of their colleagues. Morgan Spurlock, creator of the popular “Supersize Me” directed the “Freakonomics” segment that explores the idea of how people's names determine their destiny, following the fate a baby who had been given the unfortunate name of “Temptress.”  You can guess how her life turned out. 

    “Which part of the film was your favorite,” he asked me, and then ventured his own: I loved Eugene's elaborate conceit on how the crime rate dropped after Roe v. Wade. Not actually taking a stand on the right to abortion/ right to life issue, the segment was more an illustration of how the elimination of unwanted children is a boon to civilization. Fewer neglected individuals exert their pathology on society. That's the kind of witty logic exhibited throughout. To answer Morgan's question though, I had to admit, my favorite was his because I'd often contemplated the fate of a particular supermarket checkout woman who sported the nametag “Kleshea.” Is your name Klee-shia, I had asked trying to figure it out. No, it's “Cliché.”

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Face Book
    Five minutes into David Fincher's movie about the birth and gnarled development of Facebook, “The Social Network,” you get the picture of founder Mark Zuckerberg trying to impress his girlfriend by putting her down. Clueless, he doesn't get why she picks up and leaves calling him an Asshole.  We get it though, and ponder how this ill-adjusted kid got into Harvard in the first place. Said to have studied people with Asperger's Syndrome in order to play this part, Jesse Eisenberg frowns his way through a movie that many hail as the “Network” of the new media. 

    Surely there must be some joy in grimacing all the way to the bank!

    “The Social Network” was a brilliant choice for the opening of the New York Film Festival, a sign that something is going right with the festival's direction under the new executive director, Rose Kuo. In due course, filing past fans lining the sidewalk at Lincoln Center hoping for a glimpse of Justin Timberlake who plays Napster founder Sean Parker, a thousand or so guests made their way to The Harvard Club for a lavish party. Abuzz on 3 floors, this venerable wood-lined institution returned the gloss and glamour to this special festival's opening night. I for one was grateful to see the words Black Tie Optional on the invite: no matter that fashion went from tux to tattered jeans. 

    As to Facebook and its founder, let the lawsuits take their course. That guests included the real Winklevoss twins still in court with Zuckerberg even after receiving a $65 million settlement was a reminder, there is a larger story out there waiting for a good documentary, about a phenomenon bigger than the attention-grabbing scandals. Where is all this money coming from? What will become of personal privacy? Who are the Facebook users: are they as lonely as Zuckerberg appears to be, truly connected to millions of friends, happy that others know their relationship status? I started out agreeing with Betty White on SNL when she quipped, “What a waste of time,” even as the social network revived her career.  I end up wondering how long I can hang out hopelessly old school

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Woody Allen
    A long time has passed since the sound “d'jew” could be heard in a conversation between characters played by Tony Roberts and Woody Allen in a Woody Allen movie. In his latest romantic tragedy, “You Will Meet a Tall Dark Stranger,” Allen's Judaism is so distant, it is a presence in absence. In a string of films, magic, chance, the playful machinations of the Greek gods supplant conventional religion, and in Tall Dark Stranger, a character's fate is in the hands of a fortuneteller. The auteur may be through with God, but suffering, now that's another story. At a recent press conference, he explained that he'd had a debate with Billy Graham about believing in God and Graham insisted that he would have a better life, even if Graham's belief were wrong. Allen said, he preferred work as a distraction to morbidity. “I can control work problems like what should I do if Josh Brolin can't do my movie?” Brolin, seated nearby chuckled loudly.

    Ruth Gruber At ninety-nine, photojournalist Ruth Gruber is sharp as the proverbial tack. At a special screening of a new documentary about her life, Ahead of Time she told a rapt audience about going below on the Exodus and shooting the squalid conditions of the refugees huddled in the famed embargoed boat hoping to make their way to Israel. At a delicious dinner hosted by the film's co-producer Patti Kenner at her Park Avenue home, and prepared under the auspices of another producer, Doris Schechter whose cookbook, “My Most Favorite Dessert Company Cookbook” is like a Bible to me, Dr.Ruth Westheimer, Tovah Feldshuh, Marie Brenner, and many others celebrated with Gruber and director Bob Richman. Among the most “heimish” of women in New York, Kenner and Schecter can invite me anytime.

    Gertrude Berg

    Another heimish woman, Gertrude Berg a pioneer in the world of television sit-coms, is back. After a thrilling year in theatrical release, Aviva Kempner's excellent documentary, “Yoo Hoo, Mrs. Goldberg” is now on DVD with extras: Berg's guest appearances with Edward R. Murrow and on Ed Sullivan, her recipe for chicken in the pot with kneidlach. Yum!

    Gershon David Hundert editor in chief of the indispensable Yivo Encyclopedia of Jews in Eastern Europe has now succeeded in creating a superb all-inclusive website: see http://www.yivoencyclopedia.org.

    Shana tova!

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Ginsberg_orlovsky-1
    A scheduling glitch created the following conundrum: Best Generation poet and Allen Ginsberg's longtime mate, Peter Orlovsky, who died in June, was remembered on Wednesday at St. Mark's Church. Meanwhile the New York premiere of “Howl,” the new movie starring James Franco with Peter (Aaron Tveit) in a small role took place a few blocks across town at the IFC Center. Having filled the prestigious slot of opening night film at this year's Sundance Film Festival, the anticipation was high for this movie: part animation, part courtroom drama, part period piece about the creation of the iconic beat poem and the censorship trial for obscenity that followed its 1956 City Lights publication.

    An event in beat style, the memorial featured performances by Patti Smith, Philip Glass, Gordon Ball, Bob Rosenthal, Hal Willner, Simon Pettet, Rosebud Pettet, Ed Sanders and anecdotes remembering Peter's generosity of spirit and obsession with cleanliness by Juanita Lieberman Plimpton who as a teen fell in love with this much older poet. Anne Waldman accompanied by her son Ambrose Bye brought down the house with readings of Orlovsky's poems. Peter Orlovsky penned the poetry volume, Clean Asshole Poems and Smiling Vegetable Songs, encouraged by Ginsberg to write. Bill Morgan, Ginsberg scholar, author of the recently released “The Typewriter is Holy: The Complete, Uncensored History of the Beat Generation” (Free Press), and co-editor with David Stanford of “Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg: The Letters” (Viking) also spoke. The correspondence reveals the sweet and sometimes belligerent Orlovsky on every page-he's called Petey– in his role as muse and significant other.

    Robert Frank and others, poets and beat luminaries looked on. Frank was co-director of the iconic “Pull My Daisy,” that black and white gem epitomizing the aesthetics of spontaneity that so defined the beat movement. Jack Kerouac was narrator, exercising his bebop prosody while Ginsberg took on the movements of a cockroach and intoned Holy Holy Holy before a bewildered bishop and his family played by Milo O'Shea and the painter Alice Neel. Another painter, the horn playing Larry Rivers also starred in the beat classic along with David Amram, Gregory Corso and Orlovsky. Many at the memorial mentioned “the ghosts” that lingered in the church best known as a performance space for them all.

    The new movie “Howl” to its credit and poetic beauty maintains much of the downtown fervor of the beat post war urgency to create its own American language. Enacting the time when the use of such words as “cocksucker” could get you censored, “Howl,” the movie, illustrates how “Howl” was a landmark poem in its resistance to that violation of the First Amendment. The actual trial transcripts supply the dialogue, comic in today's world. Actor James Franco channels poet Allen Ginsberg in “Howl,” perhaps because the role reflects this Yale literature student's own passion for poetry. 

    Many at the Peter Orlovsky memorial scrambled for cabs to attend the “Howl” premiere after-celebration at Kastel at the elegant steel and chrome Trump Soho newly built on Spring and Varick, sponsored by Maestro Dobel Tequila and Woolrich Woolen Mills. You have to wonder what Allen and Peter would have thought of the uptown feel. Some poets simply boycotted the party in protest of this sleek edifice: there goes the neighborhood. For his part, Peter might have appreciated the establishment's cleanliness.

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Mytriptoalqaeda
    Lawrence Wright, New Yorker staff writer and Pulitzer Prize winning author of  “The Looming Tower: Al-Qaeda and the Road to 9/11” is also a performer/ playwright. Wanting to tell the backstory of writing his book, he created “My Trip to Al-Qaeda,” a one man stage play performed at The Culture Project. The film version directed by the Academy Award winning documentarian Alex Gibney premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival and is now airing on HBO-timely programming for the anniversary of 9/11. 

    Speaking about his attraction to this interesting and provocative story, Gibney noted that Lawrence Wright's journey into the Middle East shows the threat that we face: how dangerous it is in facing that threat that we are becoming more like the terrorists than we imagine. 

    My Trip to Al-Qaeda” begins with Wright's travels to Cairo, and with a history of violence involving a movie Wright scripted, “The Siege,” starring Denzel Washington and Bruce Willis. In early September, I had the opportunity to talk to Lawrence Wright about his work.

    Q: You have a strange destiny to have to tell this story from “The Siege” to “My Trip to Al-Qaeda.” Do you see the provocation in these films as relevant today?

    The current mosque controversy echoes the controversy about “The Siege.” I was proud of the movie, which was, by the way, a box office failure. Just as there was a campaign against “The Siege,” now there is a controversy with more heat around it. Poor Muslims. I find myself in an oddly neutral spot. As in the case of the cartoons in Holland depicting Mohammed like pig having intercourse with a dog, the character of the people involved is distorted by the right wing.

    [Wright's makes this comparison in the “Talk of the Town” section of the current New Yorker.]

    Islam is religion of peace, and both sides on the mosque controversy are reprehensible because they have created a self-defeating strife where there should be a bridge for understanding. There is room for flexibility. The Muslim  center has a perfect right to be there.

    Q: What about the Wikileaks?

    As a reporter aware that documents have been hidden, I am glad that the information is coming out. I am concerned that the information is inadequately vetted and people may die or go to prison. Afghan lives are in danger.

    Q: Can you tell me how the film evolved from the stage play to film to television?

    I was performing the play at the Kennedy Center. Alex Gibney had an idea about how the play could become more cinematic, could go out into the world. HBO is the best possible place for this film. They have courage.

    Q: So, are you more writer or actor?

    When Matt Damon and Robert DiNiro came to see me in the play, I felt that I was blessed by the tribe. I know I am not an actor in the way that they are. I was working in a novel form, non-fiction theater, communicating what I learned and experienced as a journalist. 

    Q: Is your new play in the same genre?

    Yes, I'm doing it again. I am writer and performer of “The Human Scale,” part of the New Yorker Festival on October 2. A co-production with The Public Theater, the work is interesting and gratifying. Print. Stage. Film. Each has a unique domain. This play derives from my New Yorker story on Gaza and the capture of an Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit, and how that event has led to war and a blockade. It would be a great thing for Israel and Hamas to be pressured to make a deal. Of course Hamas wants 1400 prisoners, some of them murderers, to be released in exchange for the one Israeli soldier.

    Q: Are you working on anything else?

    My band Whodo played in Washington on Sept. 11 at a club called Madame's Organ. It's a rockabilly and blues band. I am on keyboard. The fiddler is 15 year old and tours with Willy Nelson. Daunting.

    Q: Would you call yourself a Renaissance man?

    Restless, I guess.

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Jack-Goes-Boating
    If you are a cook, there is a nail-biting sequence in the new movie, Jack Goes Boating, starring Philip Seymour Hoffman under his own direction, adapted from the stage play by Bob Glaudini that was such a hit at the Public Theater last year. In this astonishingly tender movie, wanting to impress Connie (Amy Ryan) Jack learns to prepare an elegant dinner. Timing the pork chops to their perfection, he puffs on a hookah with friends Clyde and Lucy (John Ortiz and Daphne Rubin-Vega), and well, let's just say, much violence is done to a smoke alarm. 

    At the premiere on Thursday, Hoffman greeted friends at the Paris Theater, among them, Susan Sarandon, Julian Schnabel, Cindy Adams, Robert Klein, Patricia Clarkson, Ben Shenkman,  John Patrick Shanley, Barbara Kopple, Kate Davis, Amir Bar-Lev, Tamara Jenkins, Mad Men's Cara Buono, Cynthia Rowley, saying of his film: “Open up your hearts.” In fact, if I learned anything at this opening and swank after party at the New York Yacht Club, everybody loves Philip Seymour Hoffman. Just as so many of the New York film and theater community came out in support of this film, a glamorous Amy Ryan-as unlike the mousy Connie as you could imagine– hoped his appeal would draw audiences. Her character blossoms as she falls under his unlikely spell: Even in a bathing cap and goggles, flabby, walrus like with matted rasta hair, this sissy turns sexy.

    PasteryIn the documentary Kings of Pastry now featured at Film Forum, D.A. Pennebaker and Chris Hegedus follow a competition as rigorous and compelling as the U.S. Open. Pastry chefs contend for the Meilleurs Ouviers de France, that country's highest honor in the art of patisserie. Accomplished and passionate chefs gather in Lyon for three intense days of mixing, blowing, sculpting vast amounts of sugar, butter and eggs to create works of art. Pennebaker and Hegedus with cinematographer Nick Doob were allowed unprecedented access to this event. One wrong move and they could have destroyed a contestant's arduous efforts in winning the coveted three-color MOF collar.

    This week's premiere party at Jacques Torres Chocolate was like an excursion to Candy Land. Jacquy Pfeiffer, one of the film's stars created a special pastry sculpture to mark the occasion. Looking closely you could see the intricacy of construction, ribbons of sprocketed film in thinly sliced chocolate. As this riveting documentary illustrates, making confectionary castles in the air is fraught with peril. One misstep carrying spun sugar out of the kitchen! Talk about drama!

    Regina Weinreich

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  • John LennonYoung As a teen, Harvey Weinstein worked at Apple Records with the responsibility to shepherd about a young band, The Beatles, he told the well-heeled guests at Lincoln Center’s Allen Room Sunday night. He introduced a new movie The Weinstein Company will release in time for John Lennon’s 70th birthday on October 8: Nowhere Boy

    In a case of corporate synergy, the stunning evening hosted by Montblanc was the global launch of the Montblanc John Lennon donation pen, and connected with similar launches in Berlin, Tokyo, Hong Kong, and Mexico City. “Tonight we will make the world feel as one,” announced Montblanc CEO Lutz Bethge with Susan Sarandon by his side. He also affirmed a commitment by Montblanc to support education all over the world. Yoko Ono appeared on a large screen, live from Berlin’s Peace Tower to emphasize the message. In an important gesture, she spoke about allowing the Nowhere Boy filmmakers the rights to use the song, “Mother.” She mentioned yet another movie to open at the upcoming New York Film Festival limning his life in New York: Michael Epstein’s LennonNYC

    The launch’s invitation promised a special music guest. It was indeed a pleasure to hear Christina Aguilera’s cover of “Imagine,” accompanied by Linda Perry at the piano. Later, as the Allen Room’s scrim was lifted, the word was emblazoned across Central Park’s entrance on Columbus Circle, where Strawberry Fields remains nearby, a memorial to the dead Beatle. You could see the machinery in motion, celebrating, yet also creating a myth of this man. You could see Yoko Ono’s interest in sanctifying John. At the same time that one can be a tad cynical and wary of exploitation, the Montblanc John Lennon pens are truly magnificent art objects gorgeously designed, gem encrusted, — they’d be a thrill for anyone to own. 

    The movie Nowhere Boy brought matters down to earth. Given that it is about an icon, large enough to be murdered by a madman and remembered in the way that everyone remembers those extraordinary moments: where you were when you heard, etc. this movie is small in the best sense. It tells the story of John’s youth, his highly confused parentage, dramatizing his brutish behavior and also revealing the sources of his most tender songs. A family story, Nowhere Boy features wonderful performances by the two women, his spirited birth mother Julia (a dynamic Anne-Marie Duff) and the aunt who raised him (the splendid Kristin Scott Thomas). This is the story of a young man whose life is a rage against an adverse, sad childhood full of loss and identity issues. As the teen John Lennon, the actor Aaron Johnson sports a pompadour appropriate to a Liverpool lad seeking to become a rocker in the manner of Elvis, but in real life he wears Rimbaud-like waves. He and director Sam Taylor-Wood, a noted photographer who was wearing an Alexander McQueen cocktail dress at the posh opening are recent parents and in between speaking to reporters and greeting Christian Siriano and  Alan Cummings, they worried how their six-week old daughter fared in her hotel room. Already out in England, the movie has had only modest success, Johnson said, because it opened the same day as Sherlock Holmes and Avatar. Harvey Weinstein recounted an early Nowhere Boy review: Sir Paul McCartney said he loved the movie, finding fault only with the casting of Paul: He was much more handsome.

    Regina Weinreich

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  • BillyJoelLast
    Did I detect a note of jealousy at Guild Hall where the Q&A following the screening of Last Play at Shea? The documentary traces the demolition of the famed ball park and home of the Mets through the history of rock performed there, from a legendary Beatles concert back in the day to Paul McCartney's joining Billy Joel for Shea's last play.

    Alec-baldwin Alec Baldwin, board member of the Hamptons International Film Festival and Hamptons resident at large lauded Billy Joel to the skies for his artistry, musicianship, and with a little help from the audience, for his menschlechkeit. Lorraine Bracco wanted to know how Joel survived Hicksville High, and the piano man talked about his interest in boosting the arts and music programs in public education. 
    But then the true source of Baldwin's envy came out-the gorgeous blond sitting in the back wearing a black fedora. 

    I saw you at a concert, said the 30 Rock star to the rock star. Your ex-wife Christie Brinkley was cheering you on. You would ask, hey Christie, where were we when I wrote this song? I don't have that kind of relationship with my ex, where she would buy a ticket to see me. In fact, I have something like the Empire State Building shoved up my ass. To which Billy shouted out, hey Christie, did you really buy a ticket? 

    And it was not just a show of humility: it is safe to say that the evening proved there is always someone perceived as better, someone, in fact, to envy, and he lives nearby. Boasting about the invitation, the stars were off to Amagansett, to a party chez Sir Paul.

    *****

    In Kenny Solms's play, “It Must Be Him,” that opened this week at the Peter Jay Sharp Theater, an L.A.-based writer Louie (Peter Scolari) with at least one Emmy under his belt, hasn't had a hit in twenty years. A nebbish with the soul of a rock star, Louie's psychic underpinnings get played out in this very funny revue: His dead mom (Alice Playten) and dad (Bob Ari) haunt–er, visit-regularly. Patrick Cummings provides eye candy in the standout role as Louie's “roommate” and the campy Edward Staudenmayer is hilariously well-hung (prosthetics, he said). At the afterparty at 48 Lounge, Anjelica Huston swiveled on a barstool, to chat with Phyllis Newman and Joan Rivers. A fan told Huston how she loved Prizzi's Honor to wit she replied gamely, “You just like bad girls.”

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Secretariat A handsome Rare Prince posed for photographers on the lawn of Goose Creek last Monday, for what might have been an advertisement for the coming Hampton Classic. The occasion was instead a special screening of Disney's thrilling biopic about the legendary Secretariat. Among his many distinctions, this stud sired some six hundred foals, and Rare Prince, the evening's guest of honor, is his great grandson. In the grand tradition of epic, state of the arts entertainments so perfected at Disney, Secretariat features superb performances by Diane Lane as the racehorse's owner, Penny Chenery, and John Malkovich as the eccentric trainer Lucien Laurin sporting an array of hats worthy of Fashion Week.
    Dick Cavett and the lovely Martha Rogers, painter Henry Koehler who was at the racetrack when Secretariat won the Triple Crown in 1973, Toni Ross, Candice Bergen and daughter Chloe Malle were among those munching on popcorn, crackers and cheese, which at a fun family movie like this–if you will pardon me–ain't hay. Argentinian Nacho Figueras was a natural for pictures with Rare Prince. The star polo player told me that Secretariat's story was popular lore in his home country as he was growing up, and he dreamed that he might one day ride such an exceptional racehorse.

    Superman Another highlight of the busy Hamptons weekend: Davis Guggenheim's Waiting for Superman screened in Southampton. This riveting documentary examines education in America, specifically a lottery for admission to charter schools that was also the subject of another fine non-fiction film, The Lottery, earlier this year. Waiting for Superman traces the lives of several families in a nail-biting bid for the special, excellent education offered at key charter schools. Of course the question arises as to how to provide quality education for everyone, not just those kids lucky to have their numbers picked out of a bingo bowl. One comes away knowing: stepping up education is an imperative for our survival. The title's source comes at the end with a clip from the television series featuring George Reeves as the Man of Steel to the rescue with a runaway school bus. Of course that dates from the 1950's when our public education was the finest in the world. Waiting for Superman limns this bleak story of education's devolution, and spotlights the heroic tale of teachers who rise above it.

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Blythe-danner
    The actress Blythe Danner can do anything, and in the one-woman play, My Brilliant Divorce by Geraldine Aron, she does: pirouetting, leaping, laughing, singing, sashaying across a bare stage fitted with one large stuffed chair in which she is engulfed like Eloise. Accompanied only by a stuffed dog in a wheeling cart, she recounts the tale of marital loss in a staged reading directed by the playwright and Jim Lawson. This being a comedy, she finds love. The evening of husbands and wives was sponsored by Dina Merrill and Ted Hartley who cheered Danner on along with Bob Balaban and Lynn Grossman, Danner’s children Jake Paltrow with Taryn Simon, and daughter Gwyneth with husband Chris Martin of Coldplay. This was one of Guild Hall’s stellar summer evenings.

    The week prior, the shy Barbara Kruger greeted guests at her one-woman show (till October 11) featuring her trademark slogan photographs and collages. One of her satiric one-liners taking over an entire gallery ceiling reads: everyone laughs at a rich man’s jokes. This humor is particularly relevant in the Hamptons. Still, its irony could not have been more acute as partiers gathered at Julie Taubman’s beachfront estate for Guild Hall’s annual summer gala sponsored by Van Cleef & Arpels. Models strolled about wearing gowns and dime-sized gems, while Kruger, humbly attired –looking like, um, a working artist– avoided photographers. The bejeweled women clustered aroundAlec Baldwin who seemed worried that he wasn’t wearing a tie.

    Alec-baldwin The infinitely affable 30 Rock actor/comedian could not be more appealing or available. Attending every event, he is a significant Hamptons presence. At the annual Authors Night at the East Hampton Library, crowds flocked for autographs of his memoir, A Promise to Ourselves, on divorce, alienation, and the joys of parenting, now out in paperback. Other popular authors at the fundraiser that raised $200,000 for the library included Dani Shapiro, Candace Bushnell, Bonnie Jacobson, and Robert Caro.

    A board member of the Hamptons International Film Festival, Baldwin has served as M.C. and interviewer on a series of documentaries hosted by the festival at Guild Hall including The Art of the Steal, about the fate of the Barnes Collection, and The Most Dangerous Man in America, about the Pentagon Papers and Daniel Ellsberg. Preceding a final screening at Guild Hall on September 4 of Last Play at Shea with Billy Joel attending for a Q&A, Montblanc and the Wall Street Journal hosted a breakfast at the Maidstone Hotel last Saturday. In conversation with the HIFF’s Karen Arakian and the Journal’s Christopher Farley, Baldwin extolled the virtues of documentaries, citing the excitement of seeing The Cove and Food, Inc. among last year’s most popular movies. And in truth, the HIFF has since its inception in 1993, championed the art of non-fiction films. I for one am looking forward to October.

    Regina Weinreich

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  • Tillman Josh Brolin introduced a special screening of The Tillman Story at MoMA last week. The documentary's “voice,” the Oscar-winning actor explained that he took on this project as narrator after seeing a bit of footage: “I wanted the Tillman family to adopt me,” he said clearly moved by their dedication to their famous son's legacy.

    By the time director Amir Bar-Lev and producer John Battsek were chosen to make this film among many filmmakers who approached the family, everyone knew the story of Pat Tillman, the charismatic football star with superhero good looks who put aside a multi-million dollar contract in 2002 to enlist in the U. S. army to fight the war against the terrorists who attacked our country. Killed in his second tour of duty, in Afghanistan in 2004, Tillman became a poster boy for a Hollywood scenario of heroism, of death by Taliban ambush; he also became our military's worst nightmare as his family, led by his remarkable mother, continued to press for further details, demanding the truth about Tillman's death.

    The film is a riveting quest for this truth, and it is also heartbreaking, in that whatever emotions we harbor about this war, the injustice done to this family speaks in larger ways to the culture of cover-ups that passes for patriotism in post-9/11 America. 

    At center is Mary Tillman, like any grieving mom, but who, in memory of her son, won't let the matter go; in 2008 she published, Boots on the Ground by Dusk: Searching for Answers in the Death of Pat Tillman. The film crew began with perhaps the most damning scene: At a Congressional hearing, top military officials are seen to be dumb and dumber around this family's aching questions about what the military knew, when they found out, who sanctioned the cover-up, leading finally to Rumsfeld, and probably beyond. At the end of this scene, these men glad hand one another in the highest court as accountability slides off them. The betrayal is devastating.

    After the screening, hosted by The Weinstein Company, A&E Indie Films, and Michael's the audience including Brolin and the filmmakers, Army Ranger Specialist Russell Baer, Jane Fonda, Kerry Washington, Dan Abrams, documentarians Ellen Kuras, Robert Richter, and many others filed out to Michael's for cocktails, the question on everyone's lips: What really happened? The simple answer is, a bunch of our guys who were amped up to engage in a conflict, just kept shooting at Tillman's position. This wasting of life is called by the ironic term “friendly fire,” or the more Biblical, familial “fratricide.” Either way, the shooter is known, but has not been held accountable.

    In other words, the question remains unanswered, in the official sense, of course.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter Ventura

  • Sam BonJovy2
    A benefit at the Creeks Saturday night raised a reported, whopping $800,000 for Harlem's Apollo Theater Foundation. Hosted by Ron Perelman at his East Hampton estate, the elegant event was also a great night for music: the all-star concert in Perelman's “barn” featured Sam Moore with Jon Bon Jovi, John Legend, Mary J. Blige, and The Roots, with special guests Paul Shaffer and Chuck Jackson

    Kissing Sam Moore's hand in a moment of adoration and noting the Soul Man's status as a true legend, Jon Bon Jovi reminded the happy crowd, Sam's the only one in the room to be inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. The intimate setting was perfect for the duets the New Jersey native sang with Sam: “Soul Man” and “Lookin' for Love.” JBJ announced he first met his wife at a Sam & Dave concert thirty years ago-and they are still together. Sam Moore paid tribute to his recently deceased pal Billy Preston who penned “You Are So Beautiful.” Sam's rendition is so moving, a glorious fixture on his tours. A surprising piano solo by John Legend, performing “Let it Be,” I'm told for the first time ever, gave me chills. Mary J. Blige had the house up and rocking to “No More Drama.”

    Everyone, including Chuck Jackson, and with Ron Perelman on drums, finished up with a rousing “Soul Man,” everyone that is except Mary J. Blige, but the crowd-Penny Marshall, Lorraine Bracco, Richard Gere, Christie Brinkley, Russell Simmons, Kyle MacLachlan, and jazzman Randy Brecker-who will perform in Montauk on Gosman's Dock this Sunday–didn't seem to mind.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter Ventura

  • DavidMamet2 You know you are in David Mamet's world when the expletives fly rapid fire, one distasteful zinger after another, breaking every taboo. You laugh, and hearing the rhythms, you call it poetry. The title Romance may suggest a candlelit evening, but here that candle may be a stick of dynamite up our cultural ass. Four tight scenes performed in an hour and a half, Romance features a fine ensemble: Richard Kind, Darrell Hammond, Chris Bauer, Matt McGrath, Reg Rogers, Joey Slotnick and Joe Pallister, expertly directed by Lisa Peterson. Like the language, time zings by.

    Mamet's writing has never been this funny, or have I missed something in recent productions? Race seems more an acted out essay on that subject, Oleanna too, on the subject of sexual harassment to the point of who is manipulating whom. Romance adds slapstick and shtick to a courtroom farce. Somewhere in the neighborhood, there is a peace conference, a protest, a parade. Under consideration: how to achieve peace in the Middle East, was Abraham Lincoln a Jew (yes, just look at the photographs), was Shakespeare a Jew (inconclusive), was he a homosexual, and, what do homosexuals actually DO anyway. Then, for wardrobe: one man lounges in a leopard thong, another rips off his clothes in court revealing socks held up with garters, and boxer shorts to the loud gasps of the audience. 

    Richard Kind plays the Judge who cannot remember whether or not he's taken his medication, sneezing, confessing to some impropriety with his daughter, oy vey! Most recently seen in episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm and in the Coen Brothers' A Serious Man, as well as Bay Street's production of Charles Busch's The Lady in Question, Kind has a featured role in the upcoming HBO series, Luck. He is a treasure, funny just standing still.

    Murphy Davis, Bay Street artistic director with Sybil Christopher, said they read the play some years ago and wanted to stage it, but perhaps they were thinking, this is genteel Sag Harbor. Then, with the success of Dinner, a British transplant by Moira Buffini last summer that starred Mercedes Ruehl serving primordial soup, a dish to die for, they realized they could now do Romance. As it is, Davis said, a woman walked out in the midst of one preview noisily announcing she'd had enough. 

    As to Mamet's “thing” with gender: This being an all male show, they deliberately decided to have a woman director. Davis quipped, they may move it to Off-Broadway with a new judge: Lady Gaga.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter Ventura

  • A Film Unfinished
    Just when you think historians have unearthed as many images as can be mined, illustrating what happened to the Jews of Europe during World War II, a new can of film emerges, and becomes a catalyst for a re-reading of a vintage Nazi film marked “Ghetto.” Containing scenes from inside the Warsaw Ghetto shot in May 1942, An Unfinished Film opens at Film Forum this week. A fascinating compilation of  “Ghetto” footage with diaries, letters and testimony of those who were there, Warsaw Ghetto survivors, this documentary does not so much shock with stock pictures of walking skeletons, piles of bones, bodies heaped in the streets and on carts, but with the lingering gaze of individuals as they are victims twice, having been rounded up for ghetto squalor, a prelude to their murder, but now forced to pose for Nazi propaganda. The Germans authorized this film back in the day, a proud testament to their design for genocide, and now they are the principle funders for this first-time release.

    Here are some indelible moments: A group of naked women walk gingerly into a pool of water. Not yet emaciated, the women become useful, depicting “a ritual bath,” common in the life of observant Jews. A survivor, now in her '80's, remembers a film being made in the midst of ghetto misery, asking: “What if I see someone I know?” Outtakes of officers, and of cameramen at work, staging shots to show “the good life” enjoyed by Jews in the Warsaw Ghetto.

    As Israeli filmmaker Yael Hersonski pointed out at a special screening attended by Elie and Marion Wiesel, Tovah Feldshuh, Yoko Ono, Gabe Pressman, and others last Wednesday night at MoMA, this footage was used in other films, but here, seen in context, the viewer is overwhelmed by the pain, humiliation, embarrassment, and abject circumstance of these women who had been corralled off the ghetto streets and forced as “actors” in this piece of Nazi promotion. Would any agree to be photographed in this private, modest act? To see this footage in real time, is to witness the Holocaust unfiltered through dramatic re-enactments. The World War II era is known to us through skillfully shaped scripts and deft cutting techniques by talented and well meaning artists. The look of some of our most famous Holocaust films, like Steven Spielberg's mostly black & white Oscar winning Schindler's List comes from a study of this early Nazi documentation.

    Despite the fact that it contains no scenes of sex or violence near the graphic display of your typical Hollywood action vehicle, the rating for A Film Unfinished is “R.” Perhaps nudity is a factor, although I would argue for the less prurient “naked” for this material. The market limiting “R” is reflective of the film's power: the truth is so much more visceral, bewildering and disturbing than any fictional account. As much about the crafting of history, A Film Unfinished is another important document in understanding that, as its title suggests, the Holocaust is a subject that remains unfinished.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter
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  • Jacki Weaver 2 What hits you immediately upon meeting Jacki Weaver, the extraordinary Sydney-based actress who plays Smurf (Janine) Cody in the movie Animal Kingdom is that she is nothing like the sociopath, the manipulative mom with darting eyes and flirtatious menace she plays in Animal Kingdom. This Australian Tarantino-like crime drama won top awards at Sundance, and opens this week. I had the opportunity to sit down with Weaver at the Regency Hotel in New York on June 22. Sizing you up with her blue saucer eyes, this blond Sally Strothers lookalike asks you a question or two, until the lines blur, and you wonder, who is interviewing who.

    Why haven't we seen more of you in this country?

    I don't know. I've been acting for 48 years. I've never been out of work, never done another job, I get some great roles, playing a lot of Americans. That's why I'm so interested in hearing the way you speak. I've done three Neil Simon plays. My husband and I did two American classics: Death of a Salesman and Prisoner of Second Avenue. I've been in a long running musical, They're Playing out Song, wearing a black wig, looking a lot like you. Last year I toured for seven months in Steel Magnolias. Now that you mention it, if I'd been living here, they're probably roles I never would have been given. I've been here a lot, coming every year for 20 years. I see a lot of theater: my best was 30 shows in 3 weeks. That's 7 nights and 3 matinees per week. I've been in a few tv series, a couple written especially for me, but I am mostly a theater actress. This year I'm doing 4 plays back to back. None is American. I will do Uncle Vanya with Cate Blanchette. You could say I'm married to the theater.

    Is this all in Australia?

    Yes. Nowadays all the young actors go straight to Hollywood and get into pilots, but this is something that my generation didn't do. Maybe it was lack of ambition or courage. We loved everything that came out of America. Big filmgoers, we're obsessed with American culture. I grew up watching Mickey Mouse Club. My son grew up watching Sesame Street. We are like sponges. We like our own culture but there's a lot about America that we understand. It's very surprising at this stage in my life to be in something that is getting such a big release in America. Now that I'm 63, it just makes me laugh. I knew that I was happy with what we'd done. And then we won at Sundance. We only went there because we were one of the 12 finalists. And then when we won, we'd all left Sundance because we never expected to win. Suddenly I'm talking to American journalists the way I talk to Australian journalists.

    I understand you were one of the first actors to sign on to this film.

    David Michon said he wrote it for me, flattering, but unexpected too. You would never expect this role to be offered to an actress like me. You expect someone more hard bitten. I usually get Sally Field roles. But the nature of this woman is so complex. You don't realize she is an amoral sociopath until way into the film. That was David's idea. My idea was to jump in boots and all and play her like a Disney witch. Sociopaths are very good at charming people and hiding their true colors. It's important that at the beginning we see her as a typical ordinary loving mom.

    Someone who kisses her sons on the lips?

    That's a little touch, a gesture that speaks volumes. That was David's idea. It didn't occur to me that she would do that. But it says so much about her power over these boys that she condones, encourages their criminal behavior. And the boys have all had different fathers. Her behavior is inappropriate, crossing a line toward incest.

    Is this genre of film peculiar to Australia? I saw The Square, another dark badass movie with many of the same actors and a similar sensibility. For example, a character is offed, and you say, gee, I kind of liked him.

    Yes, Joel Edgerton made The Square. He's is Hollywood at the moment. He's lovely, with quite a future. Yes, there's a similar banality of evil in these movies, an anti-glamorizing of the bad people. There's a pragmatism in the violence. I think we are mesmerized by the crime genre because most of us are law abiding. We find it riveting that there are people who go beyond the bounds. I think most of us are capable of bad things but most of us know when to draw the line.

    How did you prepare for your role?

    I read a lot of true crime, a lot of this movie mirrors events that took place in Melbourne in the 1980's, a feud going on between the corrupt police and a couple of criminal families. This is fiction, though, because David wanted to tell the story himself without worrying about the history: there were 2 young cops killed as a reprisal and there was a family of thugs. The mother has around 6 kids, a bad woman who ran brothels, and had people killed. Two of her sons died in jail. They committed several murders, one with a chain saw like in Fargo. She's only got one eye because another criminal shot it out. In Australia we've got much stronger libel laws than they do here. She's still around, and a bit scary. We don't talk about it even though everyone knows who this character is based on. We do have a reality show a little like The Sopranos but we use real names. It is incumbent on the actors to do a kind of impersonation. That would not have bothered me. But David did not want to make a biopic. He wanted to borrow from those events and make his own story, so we invented the character. The real life mother is furious. She was interviewed, saying: Everybody's making money off my fucking life except me.

    Your acting! There's something about this character. She is sweet one minute and then you are not even aware she is changing. And then all of a sudden it's the look in her eyes.

    That's what we wanted. It was a good collaboration. David had a clear idea of what he wanted but at the same time he is not a puppeteer like a lot of young directors. They will tell you exactly how they want things and you might as well be a storyboard for animation. The best acting comes from collaboration and David was ready to listen to all of us. At the same time he had a clear vision.

    Did you go to acting school?

    I started when I was 3. I came out of the womb pretending to be someone else. I love the work of Judi Dench. Meryl Streep. Anything by Woody Allen and Pedro Almodovar. I am fascinated by others: I always find other people far more interesting than I am.

    Is that why you started our interview asking me questions?

    You are like a lot of my black wig characters. I wear a lot of wigs.

    Were you wearing one in the movie?

    No, they hot rollered my hair beyond belief.

    Did it take a lot of time in makeup and wigs?

    Not as much as the tattoos on the boys.

    At the end of Animal Kingdom, the grandson-played by an extraordinary newcomer, James Frecheville– surprises you. What do you think happens to the grandson?

    It shows good writing that the end is not spelled out. But my theory is, he's now top lion. It's too late for him. He's already committed a murder so he has to be involved with crime. The family will continue with the grandson running the roost. And the grandmother has to obey him for her own survival. David is already talking about a sequel, even
    a prequel. I said I'm in, but only if I can choose her husbands.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter
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  • DanielEllsberg The Hamptons International Film Festival had scheduled the screening of the Oscar nominated documentary, The Most Dangerous Man in America: Daniel Ellsberg and the Pentagon Papers, the second in its SummerDocs Series in East Hampton for Saturday August 7, well before Wikileaks made Daniel Ellsberg a hot item-again, 40 years after he leaked The Pentagon Papers. 

    Now, swamped with media requests, Ellsworth will fly east from his home in Oakland, California to attend the Guild Hall screening and join actor Alec Baldwin and Carl Bernstein, the journalist with whom Bob Woodward broke Watergate, for a conversation that is sure to engage his anti-war passions, even though, as he asserted in a recent phone interview, “I am not a pacifist. Self defense is justified.” 

    Q: Do you think the comparison between The Pentagon Papers and Wikileaks is apt?

    The comparison is inevitable. The scale of this leak is comparable. There hasn't been any authorized disclosure on this scale. Both leaks are about similar, hopelessly stalemated wars: Vietnam and Afghanistan are analogous.

    Q: Forty years ago, Henry Kissinger called you “the most dangerous man in America.” Who is playing these roles in today's Wikileaks scandal?

    Bradley Manning is not yet arraigned. His motives are similar to mine: shortening a war and saving lives, same as mine 40 years ago. He said the information needed to be known, and was wrongfully withheld. He said he was willing to take personal risk, and expected to go to jail. I don't know of anyone else to express that readiness to risk. Why not take personal risk? In 1971, in the Pentagon, many people thought the war in Vietnam was wrong. I was supposed to serve 115 years in prison, until it was revealed that the same burglars arrested in Watergate had broken into my psychiatrist's office to steal information. Manning's case is different in that Manning faces charges in a military court, and he may have to go to jail or worse. Republican Congressman Mike Rogers called for execution of anyone who leaks such sensitive information. 

    Q: Are you disappointed with Obama?

    I didn't expect a lot and he is at the low end of my expectations. I just thought he was better than McCain. His foreign policy is actually similar to that of George W. Bush.

    Obama violated or should I say reversed many of his views, but not on Afghanistan. He sent 27,000 more troops in March. In December of 2009, he said he expected to withdraw troops in 2011. I do not expect that to be his last infusion of troops; if he believes that, he was mistaken.

    By the end of 2011 troops with remain. I said I did not expect him to keep to his pledge. I don't think he expects that himself. We will keep bases there for an indefinite period. If Americans turn over U.S. bases to Iraqis by 2011, I will never make foreign policy predictions again.

    Q: Do you think our country has learned anything over the years from the Pentagon Papers?

    Yes, the Pentagon has learned ways of prolonging a war: Curtail reporting, prevent Americans from seeing coffins, blood, injured, dead Americans or Iraqis. That's why what Wikileaks exposed was so important to keep out of sight. Americans saw more violence in the Rodney King video than in images from Iraq or Afghanistan. Writers tried to get the videos and were being refused. Who refused them? This should be investigated. We need to raise questions about the war. 

    The public needs to know. $33.5 billion more has just been allocated for this war in our time of economic hardship. For what? To recruit for the Taliban. We cannot afford these crimes. After 30 years of war it is time to reevaluate our involvement with Afghanistan and if Wikileaks causes a drop in support of the war, that's all to the good.

    Q: Have you seen the Afghan woman on the cover of Time Magazine who was brutally punished for attempting to flee her abusive in-laws? Is this image of a woman with her nose cut off being used to manipulate our sympathies toward our continued military presence in Afghanistan?

    I haven't seen the cover yet, but if you oppose Taliban justice, you need to end the American occupation. Our presence strengthens the Afghanistani's support for the Taliban, a much more fanatic group, because the people will put up with their repressive rule in opposition to the American occupation. Had we left, they would be weaker. The fact is, the Taliban is larger today. The presence of our troops there recruits only for the Taliban. Our involvement goes back thirty years with our funding wars in Afghanistan. Do feminists imagine that the status of women has improved in thirty years? The improvement of women's lives has not been a U.S. government priority, or an effect.

    Q: So, how do you feel about your visit to the Hamptons, and your conversation with Alec Baldwin and Carl Bernstein?

    Oh, is Bernstein going to be there too? I knew about Baldwin. That's terrific.

    As a beach lover and body surfer, I am looking forward to my first visit to the Hamptons for the screening on August 7th, and, the next day, celebrating my 40th wedding anniversary.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter Ventura

  • Melanie-laurent  A high point of this summer's feel good movie opening this week is surely a superb Tchaikovsky concerto performed unrehearsed in Paris by a hilarious rag tag bunch of Russian musicians posing as the famed Bolshoi Orchestra. If you believe in such miracles, or can laugh at the conceit, The Concert, written and directed by Radu Mihaileanu, is for you. 

    The mastermind of this prank, Andrei Filipov (Alexei Guskov) is now a janitor, but in his prime as orchestra conductor, he was fired for defending his Jewish performers. This historic detail from Brezhnev's regime provides a resonant backstory, bringing the orchestra together with a young Parisian violinist Anne-Marie Jacquet (a radiant Melanie Laurent) who yearns only for the watchful eyes of her parents, thinking they died in an accident.

    The acclaimed French actress and director Melanie Laurent is best known in the U.S. for her performance in the movie Inglorious Basterds. Last week, I chatted briefly with her on the phone about her roles as violinist and as Jewish survivor of various oppressions, Quentin Tarantino, and her future films.

    You play the violin so beautifully in this film. As far as I know, you are not a violinist. How did this role come to you?

    ML: The director chose me. I met him three times to speak about the script. He chose someone else who could not play the violin. The role was a big challenge involving much training. She dropped out. My performance is fake except for the right hand. The left hand is a special effect. It's a lot of work to learn fake movements.

    Your role as Anne-Marie Jacquet in The Concert is very similar to Shosanna Dreyfus in Inglorious Basterds. Are you being type cast as the Jewish orphan?

    ML: I did The Concert before Inglorious Basterds. By coincidence the two characters are close: very strong women focused on one thing, fragile, artistic. Shosanna is focused on movies, Anne-Marie on classical music. That they are Jewish is important for me, and playing the violin evoked my inner Slavic emotion.

    How was the shooting, working with such a strange, eccentric group?

    ML: They shot the Russian parts and then arrived in Paris to film the concert in the Theatre du Chatelet. No one spoke English or French. It was “hi,”  “hi,” exactly as it is in the movie.

    Will we see you in more movies soon?

    ML: After Inglorious Basterds I did Round Up. My next movie is with Ewan McGregor, Beginners to be released in 2011.

    You have received several awards for your acting, including the 2007 Cesar Rising Star Award. While you were not nominated last year, Inglorious Basterds was up for several Oscars. Were you excited?

    ML: Quentin invited me to the Oscars. I was in a play so I couldn't go. I went on the Japan tour. We had a great time. I was disappointed he did not win for his script. 

    Was there any truth to the rumor that you were romantically involved with Quentin during the making of Inglorious Basterds?

    ML: Is that what people said? With Quentin? That's funny.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter Ventura

  • Ciaro Time 
    Long known as the friend (Vicky Cristina Barcelona), the mom (Pieces of April), the quirky aunt (the HBO series Six Feet Under), it's about time Patricia Clarkson starred in a movie. And star she does in Cairo Time, a fable about Juliette, a magazine writer who goes to Cairo to meet up with her husband, a U.N. official, for a vacation. Delayed in Gaza, he sends his friend Tareq (Alexander Siddiq) to shepherd her through this exotic and bustling location, complete with pyramids, camels, a boatride on the Nile, and splendid sunsets. For emotional transportation, the hookah is the least of it. The movie of Eat, Pray, Love may be on the horizon, but Cairo Time gets there first.

    At a special screening on Monday night followed by dinner at rhe refurbished Plaza Athenee, the Canadian writer/director Ruba Nadda, resplendent in red dress and lips, with long raven hair, spoke about this story, emblematic of a woman's awakening. “I was focused on the man,” she said surprisingly. “I wanted to show a man from the Middle East like my Syrian father, traditional and yet a feminist.” 

    Siddiq, a British actor who plays the man in question, modestly says he is not offered a great deal of roles and was captivated by Ruba's Cairo Time script. Originally from Sudan, Siddiq will soon appear in Julian Schnabel's Miral, a long awaited movie based on the Palestinian writer Rula Jebreal's novel. “I play a very different kind of man, a Palestinian who is the glue for the women in the story.”

    Of the many well-wishers in attendance including Al Roker, Hoda Kotb, travel correspondent Peter Greenberg, another woman in red stood out: Patricia Clarkson's 75 year old mother. An elected Councilwoman from New Orleans, Jackie Clarkson was at ground zero during Hurricane Katrina, staying on to help with the city's recovery. You could see in an instant where Clarkson gets her vivacity.

    Regina Weinreich

    Graphic Design: Salpeter Ventura

  • Katie_holmes Katie Holmes blew into town to attend Monday night’s New York premiere of “The Extra Man.” She briefly walked the red carpet, avoiding the screening and after party, before moving on to Toronto for an early call to the set of the tv mini-series “The Kennedys.” She plays Jackie Onassis, a role not unlike the one she plays in real life as Mrs. Tom Cruise.

    Expected not to attend, Katie was brave to support writer/director Shari Springer Berman and her co-stars Kevin Kline and Paul Dano considering that many reviewers after the movie’s opening at Sundance found her performance “weak.”

    As Mary, Holmes plays a vegan office mate and heart throb for Paul Dano’s Louis Ives, a nerdy devotee of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby” with a taste for cross dressing; in one scene he sports a black lace teddy you may wish to have seen on Holmes, were she not slated for the “straight man” role in a movie that abounds in eccentrics.

    It’s hard to say whether the part was written lamely, or if Holmes is just lackluster in it. The days of “Pieces of April” are farther and farther away.

    Kevin Kline as Henry Harrison heads this quirky concoction of character actors, the extra man or social escort to haute monde matrons. Lynn Cohen and the magnificent Marian Seldes cheered him on from the audience. Tracey Ullman, scouting for a seat, could have rounded out this eccentric cast.

    Before the screening began, writer/director Shari Springer Berman (her partner Robert Pulcini was absent),  dedicated the opening at the Village East Cinema to the memory of recently deceased Harvey Pekar. “American Splendor,” also directed by Berman and Pulcini, was based on his work.

    Novelist Jonathan Ames–creator of HBO’s Bored to Death as well as the author of the novel on which The Extra Man is based–was next at the microphone. He performed three yelps, which sounded like a Shofar being blown on the High Holidays. Yes. he yelped. Loudly.  It was fairly odd. Ames also noted that this location on 2nd Avenue was a one-time Yiddish Theater

    Vapiano, a new pizza and pasta emporium on University Place was packed for the after party. Guests queued up for individually created servings of carbonara, or pesto, allowing diners — like Mrs. Kevin Kline aka Phoebe Cates, Sean Lennon, Samantha Mathis, Drew Nieporent, Zoe Kazan, designer Cynthia Rowley, Eli Tahari, Patrick Demarchelier, actress Yaya DeCosta, Eammon Bowles, Rachel Dratch, Judah Friedlander, Dan Hedaya– to exert some eccentricity of their own.

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    Legendary documentary filmmaker D. A. Pennebaker was feted at a paella feast for his 85th birthday on Saturday by wife and partner Chris Hegedus and the expansive Pennebaker clan including one ex-wife, eight children, a flock of grandkids with one on the way. Longtime associates Nick Doob, Jane Balfour and others were on hand in a sprawling house near the beach in East Hampton, the party hosted by his daughter, Zoe, a painter. What sort of gift do you give on this grand occasion? A basket of garden vegetables, and a copy of the newly published correspondence between Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg (Viking). (Penny, as he is called, was once tapped to do the long awaited film of On the Road, now half a century later to be shot in early fall in Montreal with Walter Salles at the helm.) And Roger Friedman, co-producer on his documentary Only the Strong Survive, brought Penny a surprise guest: Aretha Franklin. The cake was a homemade hazelnut confection, a hint of what's to come in the new PennebakerHegedus documentary opening in September at Film Forum: Kings of Pastry.

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    Joy BeharSmall Also in East Hampton: a panel at Guild Hall last week featured funny ladies Joy Behar, Angela LaGreca, the always charming Meredith Viera, and a lavish buffet catered by Citarella. The conversation revolved around wisdom learned while doing The View-i.e. Barbara Walters always asking of topics: does it play in Wyoming, to the subject of ageing: Joy Behar at 67 says it's a pain in the ass, but offers, “A smile is a natural facelift.”
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    And, as announced, Jackson Browne performed at the newly minted annual Hamptons Oceana fundraiser in Watermill, hosted by Lois Robbins and Sue Cohn Rockefeller. Sam Waterston and Caroline Hirsch were among the rapt audience for his ocean-themed classics: “After the Deluge,” “Rock Me on the Water,” and other hits “Runnin' on Empty,” “Wonderland,” “The Pretender,” and “Taken it Easy.“ Oceana Chairman of the Board Keith Addis plans to take an expedition down to the Gulf.
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    The evolution of Montauk from a fishing town to a Hampton proper has been gradual and steady. The Montauk Yacht Club had a major renovation in the past few years. The Memory Motel has made a comeback. The Surf Lodge took a beat up bar on the water and transformed it into a luxury getaway with trendy nightspot. This summer's stellar makeover is the Panoramic View Resort & Residences on the Old Highway. Hear the ocean, smell the sea brine, you'd swear you were in the villa of your wildest dreams.

  • Dream Machine
    After the Guggenheim's 2009 show, The Third Mind, named for a concept of collaboration by famed novelist William S. Burroughs and lesser known painter, writer, restaurateur, raconteur Brion Gysin, inevitably a curiosity would grow around this exceptional artist of many trades. The New Museum does great service to Gysin's work in a new show called Dreamachine, so dubbed for a device he co-created to stimulate hallucinatory states of consciousness. Makeup magnate Helena Rubinstein was said to have had one. And Keith Haring brought Gysin to New York for a show at the Tower Gallery in the 1980's in exchange for one. And now, you too can sit on a cushion and feel the flicker of light over your closed lids. But who was Brion Gysin and why haven't we seen more of him?

    As Nabokov wrote of his Lolita protagonist Humbert Humbert, Gysin was a salad of racial genes: a mix of British, Swiss, and Canadian. He lived mainly in Paris, and in Tangier, loci of much literary and artistic experimentation. Many have considered him merely a catalyst of art in others: for example, it was Gysin who invented the cut-ups, a collage technique utilized to random perfection by Burroughs in a series of novels. While the New Museum exhibits this part of his career, this show of 300 works also features calligraphic paintings, drawings, films, notebooks–sufficient evidence for a rethinking of Gysin as an artist on his own.

    In the excellent catalogue that accompanies this exhibit, friends and colleagues offer fascinating glimpses into his art. Poet John Giorno provides insights into Gysin as a sound poet, painter George Condo writes of Gysin's photorealist imagery, describing him as “a man of internal music for which no score could be transcribed.” Throbbing Gristles' Genesis Breyer P. Orridge explains the uses of cut-ups for his own work and the inspired Gysin notion, “Poets don't own words,” opening the door for alternate modes of creativity. James Grauerholz, executor of both Burroughs' and Gysin's literary estate, writes movingly of the personal ties between Burroughs and Gysin particularly after 1974 until each one died, Gysin in 1986 and Burroughs in 1997. Contextualizing William Burroughs as a painter, he claims, begins with Brion Gysin.

    In a taped interview, Burroughs laments that the mold is gone for people of a certain caliber-including Becket, Genet, Bowles, and Gysin. The tribute from so close a friend and collaborator goes far in illustrating the remembrance of those who knew him best. You won't, however, get Gysin's drama queen persona at the New Museum. Curator Laura Hoptman spoke about such limitations at a press opening.  None of Gysin's Jma el Fna market place paintings -works that were on view in Burroughs's Bunker as well as leaning against the floor in Paul Bowles's Tangier flat-are represented. Morocco career is evident in other calligraphic works. More than other expatriates living there in the pivotal mid-century, he “went native” in adopting habits and perceptions.

    In a case of synergy, uptown at MoMA, at the new Matisse exhibition at MoMA, “Radical Invention 1913-1917,” such famous paintings as “Zorah in Yellow” show the imprint of Tangier, the place Bowles called “a dream scape.” Christopher Nolan's new movie starring Leonardo diCaprio, Inception, a film that plays with states of consciousness, uses the Tangier medina as the perfect maze for working out the Burroughs/Gysin conception of ideas as viruses.

    Brion Gysin extolled a humbling worldview: we are Here to Go; nevertheless at the New Museum, it is simply amazing to see the rich legacy he left behind.

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    Merchant of Venice is always a bitter pill for us Jews, even when the production is as good as the one at the Delacorte Theater featuring a cast led by Lily Rabe as the beautiful-as-she-is-wise Portia and Al Pacino. Well, if the payis and tsissis fit the droopy, beaked visage of Shylock, I say, wear them. An anti-Semite's dream, using the definition that a thing is anti-Semitic if it is more Jew hating than is mete, Merchant of Venice is that thing, but what should we do? Censor Shakespeare?

    Indeed, I know not censorship. Much has been written about the pound of flesh, the 3000 ducats, perhaps most poignantly by Philip Roth in his 1993 novel Operation Shylock. The critics have been over the moon about the fine ensemble, ruminating on the relative merits of Pacino here vs. his Shylock in Michael Radford's 2004 movie.

    So, what rankles us today in our bucolic Central Park? To start, the character of Antonio, ably played by Byron Jennings, is too well liked by his gentile consorts. How do we, the p.c. minded public and Jews alike, take his insult upon insult, his comfortable insistence that he would continue to insult Shylock, even if the Jew were to lend him the desperately needed ducats, with or without interest?

    And what of justice: Shylock is more than derailed by the loss of his daughter Jessica (Heather Lind) to her Christian beau Lorenzo (Bill Heck). Must we witness his baptism too? Staged is the opening of a pool by which Shylock, head dunked, is stripped of yarmulke and identity. Here is Shakespeare's pre-figuration of a post-Holocaust problem: when is a Jew not a Jew? The last we see of Shylock, he is lumbering off into an unlit hole. The “does not a Jew bleed” scene, great as it is-with Pacino speaking it in a resigned softness– does not sufficiently cover the racism. Shakespeare cannot seem to wrap his ample humanity around this character.

    But here is where this staging, under the fine direction of Daniel Sullivan, opens a door: as all exit, Jessica alone in the brilliance of an unscripted image, hangs out by that pool: what is she thinking of her part in her father's demise? Leaving the theater, I overheard one viewer jest that a sequel is waiting to be written in which Lorenzo converts to Judaism.

    The subject of Marriage is under scrutiny in “Merchant,” and in another of Shakespeare's problem plays, The Winter's Tale, with which it shares the summer stage and most of the cast. In the darkly mercantile “Merchant,” marriage is a transaction of good guessing, with loyalties played out in the fate of two gold rings. In The Winter's Tale, well directed by Michael Grief, a seriously wrong-headed monarch Leontes (Ruben Santiago-Hudson) dooms his wife Hermoine (Linda Emond) and friend Polixenes (Jesse L. Martin) accusing the innocent pair of adultery — defying even the Oracle. You know there's trouble when the gods are called in.

    And how do men know the ways of the gods? Those mysteries may be interpreted by Marianne Jean-Baptiste, who stands out as Paulina, a woman of the court. This fine actress is good in “Merchant” too, as Portia's sidekick Nerissa, but in this play she is a bedazzling sorceress in magenta. You cheer for her as she gives those dumb rulers the what for.


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    distance from LA, the television star I know best from Cheers, and who has just
    completed a season of Damages, Ted Danson wanted to talk about some other kind
    of damages, to our oceans. Enthusiastic as could be, he told me about Oceana,
    an organization interested in changing ocean policies worldwide. An evolution
    of American Oceans Campaign, he co-founded with a partner 20 years ago, Oceana
    is inaugurating an annual benefit on Saturday July 10 in Water Mill overlooking
    Mecox Bay, hosted by Lois Robins and Sue Cohn Rockefeller. Ted Danson urged me
    to attend. 

    Cautioning about such
    concerns as overfishing: We could fish out our oceans commercially. Canadian
    Cod won’t come back. 90% of our big fish, marlin, sword, and tuna are gone. We
    throw away 30% of the world catch, so in addition to overfishing, we are
    wasteful. By bottom trawling, we destroy coral reefs where small fish feed so
    we are destroying the top and bottom of the food chain. And all this is
    fixable. He also spoke about the damage done by drilling, the Gulf of Mexico
    being a prime case in point, reason enough to develop wind power as they are
    doing in other countries. We need to develop new industry and put a moratorium
    on deep well drilling. Look at what the oil spill did. We cannot blindly more
    forward. We are a moron culture, but we can fix it. He is optimistic about
    being smart and attacking the problem with grace.

     Go to OceanaSplashParty.org
    for more information.

     And will he be joining us on
    July 10?

    Trying to, he said,
    explaining an obligation that may keep him at home in Santa Monica. But who
    knows now that it has been announced: Jackson Browne will be performing.

    And last week’s screening of
    Countdown to Zero at Goose Creek also featured a Q&A with the impassioned producer,
    Lawrence Bender, who spoke about a potential global disaster no one is really talking
    about: the nuclear threat. No matter what happens with oceans or other environmental problems, our planet may go down faster. As this film makes powerfully clear through an array of speakers including Valerie Plame, Gorbachev, Musharraf, and Jimmy Carter, while
    we are all aware, we seem to be asleep when it comes to this more cataclysmic threat. Worldwide disarmament is needed. Are
    you listening, Pakistan, Iran, North Korea?