The Caribbean dancehall war between Mavado and Vybz Kartel got so big they needed the Jamaican Prime Minister to settle it. But how real is it? Baz Dreisinger goes down and looks.
Tim Burton does Alice in Wonderland from a script by a Disney writer. Alice is a 19-year-old runaway bride. Johnny Depp is the Mad Hatter. “The movie is positively sober,” says J. Hoberman, “in its positive image projection and concern with itself as a business model.”
The Bronx had no public skating rink. Cary Goodman wanted to make one. He was given a hard time — despite the “public good” money that’s supposed to come from the Yankee Stadium deal, but which Tom Robbins found took some detours.
Fresh from “most simultaneously revolting and mesmerizing Rolling Stone cover story in decades,” John Mayer and his Intense Singing Face come to MSG. Rob Harvilla is bemused.
Tired of Astoria? Get some Greek in Bay Ridge. It’s better, says Robert Sietsema. Cases in point: Tanoreen and Athena Express.
The Whitney Biennial is back. Christian Viveros-Faune went. What is it this time? “Mostly sober artistic propositions,” “newfangled experiments,” “optimistic humanism.” Largest mini-trend, per the catalog: “self-modernism.”