Still trying to wrangle your landlord to get your door to stop squeaking? You ain’t seen shit. As long as they didn’t make Elizabeth Dwoskin’s beautifully terrifying work on this year’s list of New York’s Worst Landlords, you might end up wanting to hug your own building’s capo. And if they are, (A) we’re sorry and (B) you might want to consider a new place.
The rooster once came for Alice in Chains. Or at least their lead singer, Layne Staley, who killed himself in 2002. The band has since risen from the ashes to sell out shows around New York. Rob Harvilla figures out how it happened.
When Village Voice film critic J. Hoberman isn’t uncovering proof that a screening-banned Armond White once called for Noah Baumbach’s abortion, he’s getting around to reviewing Baumbach’s latest film, Greenberg. Meanwhile, Karina Longworth tries to get comfortable with the steamy Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart-starred The Runaways.
Tom Robbins gets knee-deep dealing with a different kind of film: the city workers paid to capture every precious moment of Mayor Bloomberg’s tenure, by filming Mayor Bloomberg.
And also on the film front, Voice gossip Michael Musto might’ve just blown up The Hurt Locker star Jeremy Renner’s sexuality. Or did he? Either way: Boom.
Robert Sietsema heads out to Brighton Beach to get some regional Russian cuisine at Skovorodka, and is stymied by the death metal videos. Sarah DiGregorio files on celebrity Top Chef behemoth Tom Colicchio’s latest venture, a big box restaurant in the Meatpacking District: Colicchio and Sons.
All that, plus more Music, Art, Theater, Film, Books, Dance, Restaurants, Free Will Astrology, Dan Savage, and more.