Every year, The Village Voice holds their own awards ceremony for theater free from the pomp, circumstance, and promotional intent towards profit that most other Dog and Pony extravaganzas do: The Obies. And the awesomeness that was this year’s was no exception. Voice theater critic and Obie chair Michael Feingold explains why, and then some, in The Hidden Golden Age of Theater.
Elsewhere in Arts, Feingold also reviews Lincoln Center’s small-stage space’s new show Graceland and the Atlantic Theater’s Gabriel. Robert Shuster reviews The Studio Museum’s ‘Collected’, and Deborah Jowitt takes a look back at the career of dance legend Alwin Nikolais.
So there’s movement, and drama. But what of the noise? This week in Music, Rob Harvilla explores the “Planet-Obliterating Joys” of rock’s hottest name right now, Sleigh Bells, and whether or not he’s been left standing afterwards. Meanwhile, Zach Baron sees where all of James Murphy and LCD Soundsystem’s friends are these days, and what’s going on in their new record, This Is Happening. And speaking of important friends, Sean Fennessey checks out the pairing of Queens-bred rap legend Nas and Reggae royalty Damien Marley.
But as this week’s Food section will tell you, good friends don’t always get you everywhere, as Sarah DiGregorio takes in star-magnet restaurateur Keith McNally’s latest venture, the Bowery-illuminating Pulino’s, while Robert Sietsema isn’t exactly pleased with the big name tag-team of NYC nightlife prince Paul Sevigny and The Little Owl’s Joey Campanaro at new downtown-haunt (haute?), Kenmare.
Our columnists, however, actually have some pretty solid things to chew on: Tom Robbins knows where the friends of Wall Street are, and they’re apparently running for Congress. Michael Musto knows what the fake-friends of Sex and the City 2 are up to again, as well, and the A-List gay dish that comes with it.
Finally, in Film, Karina Longworth notes the winking and nudging of SNL-skit-turned-full-length-feature MacGruber, while legendary Voice film critic J. Hoberman writes in with a nonplussed dispatch from Cannes: sounds like he might miss home a little bit, or would, given what he’s seeing out there. Or maybe it’s just that he’s missing out on the IFC’s full run of Matthew Barney’s awe-inspiring Creammaster Cycle, which we also got in to see.
The Village Voice is proud to be a part of the best theater community in the world: New York City’s. And really, given the evidence, how can you not be?