My Greenberg Problem—and Yours
Armond White speaks out against the the strange symbiosis between publicists and film critics, Hoberman’s hypocrisy and the conspiracy to keep critics from cultural relevancy
Greenberg, the big-budget mumblecore movie by Noah Baumbach, should enter the language as Woody Allen’s Zelig did—a title that goes beyond ethnic specificity to stand for a particular social disorder: the tendency toward vanity, suppression and censorship. Those meanings attached to the movie from the moment a Greenberg publicist phoned this journalist to disinvite him from the film’s press screenin...
Cherie Bomb
The Runaways’ Cherie Currie gave up rock ‘n’ roll to swing around a chainsaw
Cherie Currie was just a Bowie-obsessed 15-year-old smoking a cigarette at the Sugar Shack, an under-21 club in North Hollywood, when she was spotted by producer Kim Fowley. A Svengali, visionary and predator, he was cruising the underage clubs with a young Joan Jett in tow, looking for recruits for his brand-new teen rock band, The Runaways. With her bleached-out hair and tight pants, Currie had the goods—or a...
28 Years Later
Interference provides an unearthed vision of newborn No Wave
IN THE PAST decade of rock music development, there’s been no more ubiquitously and haphazardly invoked lineage than that of “No Wave.” A scarcely categorizable subgenre to begin with, the tag and its most revered cornerstones (DNA, Mars, Glenn Branca, James Chance) have been bandied around as primary influences by art-credibility-seeking young bands of all stripes in recent years, lending the very ...
Flavor of the Week: Bye Bye Bisexual
LYDIA LINCOLN humps and dumps a guy who goes both ways
I SHOULD HAVE known something was up when he slapped my vagina during sex. Yes, slapped it. This was clearly not the work of a man who liked vaginas, who enjoyed sex with vaginas, who had uncomplicated feelings about vaginas and the women attached to them.
Bash Compactor: Live! Naked! Art!
Hanging with Hoke and the gang at Grace Exhibition Space in Bushwick
“Performance art is the purest form of art,” claimed Erik Hokanson, who runs the Grace Exhibition Space, a medium-sized loft in Bushwick that exhibits only performance art, with his girlfriend Jill McDermid. “You’re emotionally enabling, getting people involved. It’s different than theater or dance because when you do that, you’re pretending.”
Turning the Clock
Yoshiko Chuma & The School of Hard Knocks at 92nd Street Y
The ongoing cross-cultural adventure that is Yoshiko Chuma’s A Page Out of Order arrives at the 92nd Street Y this weekend. Collaborating across generations and borders, this time around, Chuma unveils "Hold the Clock"—an intriguing, richly textured blend of movement, text, projections and original music. The Y may be an unusually “uptown” venue for this veteran Japanese dance-theater artist, ...
Repo Men
There are plenty reasons to loath Repo Men—starting with its title appropriated from Alex Cox’s great Los Angeles oddball/working-class comedy Repo Man, the best American movie of 1984. This frustrating new film also exhibits bald steals from graphic-novel movies, Park Chan-Wook kill fests, Minority Report chase scenes and Tarantino snark: The story of literal body-snatchers (Jude Law and Forest Whitaker ...
































