As Glenn Kenny recomended.

Basically, where Billy Joel is “jamming" is now an upscale bodega, Chinese food place, a Chipotle and a condo building on St. Mark’s.

Film Critics on Strike.

Bronson The Movie.

And no, not that Charlie Bronson.  This one.

And yes, here’s hoping this gets some form of release post-Sundance. Cause Lord Knows it’ll give me an excuse to break out the old World Region player from the closet once this is on DVD.

Bras Kill. In Space.

“George Lucas ruined my life,” Ms. Fisher says, which doesn’t seem entirely fair. On the other hand, in a book full of weirdos, he emerges as possibly the strangest of all. He wouldn’t let Ms. Fisher wear a bra under her Princess Leia shift because, as he patiently explained to her, there is no underwear in space: according to Lucas-physics, if you were to wear a bra in a weightless environment, your bra would strangle you.

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Marry me, Ms. Feist. I bring no income and would demand you do this song nightly with the puppets.

But marry me.