Spiritualized's songs have always been impossibly large; their supernova-size drones are exalting enough to, as the title of their 1997 Ladies and Gentlemen We Are Floating in Space album suggests, induce feelings of weightlessness.
In the great tradition of films like The Blair Witch Project and United 93, whose endings we pretty much know before opening credits roll, Cloverfield will apparently be one of those movies that hinges on its ability to create suspense out of the obviously inevitable.
Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek at what your friends and neighbors are doing behind doors left slightly ajar. Today, the Daddyhunt Dilettante: 24, male, writer and graduate student, East Village, gay and unattached. DAY ONE 9 a.m.: I see my straight Israeli neighbor in the hallway. He's cranky and a tad rude, which makes me want him even more. 3:30 p.m.: My boss IMs me and wants me to come to her office. I have an erection, so I bring a legal pad with me. She immediately tells me she just wants to chat and I don't need a pad. Little does she know 6 p.m.: I meet a friend who's visiting the city for dinner. He's with a bunch of guys. What a disappointment: None of them are hot; one is beyond annoying. 10 p.m.: We go out for drinks after dinner. One of the guys' boyfriends meets us there. I flirt with him. 11:45 p.m.: I go home and masturbate to a shirtless Marlon Brando.
Michael Jackson has been spotted around town in New York periodically in recent months, but until today, we didn't know where he was living. Turns out he'd been holed up with a private family in Franklin Lakes, New Jersey, where he'd been "trying to be normal," according to FoxNews.com columnist Roger Friedman. That's less than an hour from here! Technically, that put Jackson miles and miles closer to our bustling city than he is to "normalcy." Jackson has reportedly returned to L.A., but good for him for trying to introduce his family to the quiet life in the Jersey suburbs? Good for him. For a short time, his kids could finally have a normal life, going to the movies, attending public school, making regular friends. After all, if your new little friend has millions of dollars to spend at the Short Hills mall, who cares if he has to do it wearing a mask?
Jacko Lived with New Jersey Family for Three Months [Fox 411]
Earlier:Why the Fug Isn't Anybody Paying Attention to Michael Jackson?
Catherine Zeta-Jones won't star in the movie adaptation of Broadway musical Nine because the director wouldn't beef up her role. Eight staffers have left CBS' The Early Show because they can't stand working with hotheaded senior exec producer Shelley Ross. Paris Hilton thinks the guys in New York are "so much better" than the ones in L.A. Since divorcing his wife, George Soros has been hanging out with young girls in their twenties at his home in Southampton. Sportscaster Ahmad Rashad and ex-socialite (and ex-wife of Jets owner Woody Johnson) Sale Johnson may be getting married today. Anna Wintour controlled the seating arrangements at the $50,000-a-table 7th on Sale event at the Lexington Armory. (Speaking of Anna, Tim Burton says that Johnny Depp based the haircut of Willy Wonka in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on hers.)
This week’s issue carries a lot of freight, and there isn’t much room for consideration of the gluttonous arts. So the food content is slim — but potent! Adam Platt reviews two of the most anticipated debuts in recent years, those of genius dessert chef Sam Mason’s Tailor and Beard Award–winning chef Fabio Trabocchi’s New York debut at Fiamma. But that’s not all: There’s an In Season recipe for turkey-salad sandwiches, excuse us, tramezzini di tacchino, courtesy of ’inoteca’s Eric Kleinman; a guide to four very excellent Thanksgiving alternatives courtesy of Rob and Robin; and four new hotel restaurants likewise. We figured that with all the eating and cooking that’s going on this week, that should be plenty of food writing to get you by.