Sunday, February 20, 2011


Last night I watched Chicago with my mother who is recovering from yet another toe surgery (!).

I love this movie. It's funny, stylish, sexy and fun. Every number held my attention, and some of the dancing was so sexy. Renee Zellweger, Catherine Zeta Jones and Richard Gere were all fantastic. I thought Queen Latifah was a little stiff and false, though.

The story, about female "jazz killers" in the 20s was hysterical, and Zellweger's dumb, single-minded, and opportunistic Roxie was totally engaging (although she was too scrawny and muscle-y for my taste).

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Melanie Daniel at Asya Geisberg Gallery

The other night I went to the opening of Melanie Daniel: Captivity Tales at the Asya Geisberg Gallery in Chelsea.

These paintings are fucking gorgeous! They are so vibrant and rich and dense. I was particularly drawn to Daniel's palette, the deep eggplant shades, the burnt oranges; and the subtle use of glittery blacks.

The imagery in these paintings is at times opaque and enigmatic, hints of figures, suggestions of narrative, peeking out and through a dynamic, disjointed forestry. Like I said, fucking gorgeous!

Sunday, February 6, 2011

John Gabriel Borkman

This afternoon I saw Ibsen's John Gabriel Borkman at BAM. It starred Alan Rickman, Fiona Shaw, and Lindsay Duncan, and all the performances were powerful, sturdy, riveting.

The plays is about rigid, unrelenting emotional standoffs in a family. Borkman (Rickman) and his wife live estranged on separate floors in their home, disgraced because he was a high profile and imprisoned embezzler who lost the family's fortune and name. Fiona Shaw plays his wife, who is depressingly and maniacally obsessed with their son, and the drama centers around a visit from her sister Ella (Duncan), who had been Borkman's lover many years before, and who wants the son to choose her over his own mother.

It is about greed and vanity killing love. The characters are all so bruised and angry (except for the youths, who escape the fate of the adults' bitter heartlessness), and each just seems to pound away at a small handful of emotions. The actors did a great job, but there was so little transformation or resolution that the overall effect was a bit empty and two dimensional -- which is actually kind of the point of the play, that bitterness and lovelessness is crippling.