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Phoenix + Wahlberg = good times
We Own the Night
Sony/Columbia;
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David Edelstein is a little iffy on the whole thin-line-between-cop-and-criminal movie convention, but this film, he says, transcends the “B-movie gutter.” As cinemagoers perfectly okay with lolling about in said gutter, we're ready to have our minds blown. Mark Wahlberg. Joaquin Phoenix. Robert Duvall, whom we also like, despite not having a tremendous crush on him. They really bring it, especially Phoenix: “He’s not an actor disappearing into a role but a man disappearing into himself.”
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Star will have you staying in
Women's Murder Club |
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Tell your friends you're watching a show called Women's Murder Club on a Friday night and you might never hear the end of the “Skinemax” jokes. But despite the soft-core name and the fact that it airs while you're supposed to be crowding the Lower East Side, this is one to watch. Star Angie Harmon, John Leonard attests, “has given a new, slinky meaning to Friday nights at home, inhabiting her role as if it were a skin.”
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ABC
Fridays
9 p.m.
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 Top Dogs of Comedy woof it up.
Tori Amos tends to her flock. |
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Company veers way off Broadway
Welcome to Nowhere (bullet hole road) |
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Theater versus film. Stage versus screen. Live versus Memorex. If you think in terms of those old paradigms, you're probably well over 40. Miranda July, Caden Manson, even the Wooster Group are all about multimedia works. Add to that list Temporary Distortion, a former resident company at Richard Foreman's Ontological Theater. This young troupe's latest, a live road movie opening tonight, is equal parts installation art and surreal montage (with whispered voice-overs). What a surprise to find Off–Off Broadway has suddenly set up shop in Queens.
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Temporary Distortion
Chocolate Factory
Through October 27
8 p.m.
$15
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Sigrid Nunez drops in for the Strand's b-day.
Ticket alert: Lamb of God. Grrrr. |
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See greatest matricide after Psycho
Electra |
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There's no eye gouging like in Oedipus or baby killing like in Medea, but this Sophocles tragedy still exhibits a Freudian complex–daughter loves daddy–that gives it dark undercurrents all its own. The current revival comes straight from the homeland, via the National Theatre of Greece, and though fall appearances by this acclaimed troupe have become an annual tradition Stateside, this particular production is especially welcome—it's helmed by the revered German director Peter Stein.
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National Theatre of Greece
City Center
Through October 14
$35–$80
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Kenneth Branagh directs Sleuth.
CultureFest presents too much to mention. |
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October 12-14, 2007 |
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