I don’t know about you, but every time I browse through the “Local Favorites for Brooklyn, NY” sections of Netflix, I’ve maybe seen 4 movies out of like 20 (especially with the Instantly Viewable ones, eeek!!). I consider myself to be a fairly knowledgeable/avid movie watcher, but I’m just wondering

Movies are fucking expensive. Seriously, finding a theater that will let you escape reality for less than $12 in this city is practically unheard of. It’s not just tickets: I recently paid $4.50 for a bottle of Dasani (102 degree heat wave, I was desperate okay?) at a theater in

Ah, summer in the city. Nearly-naked commutes. Hydrant fountains. Cooling centers. That unidentifiable stench! And the heat. Oh, the heat. Even though I woke up sweating, I wouldn’t trade my NYC summers for anything. The man himself says we’re from where summertime’s unforgettable. And it’s true. Among the great summer

Movies in New York are the biggest rip-off ever. I refuse to believe that $13 is a legitimate price to see Jake Gyllenhaal play the Prince of Persia. Two dollars would be more reasonable, and I should have the option of a full refund if any of his gratuitous shirtless

Since I’ve moved to New York in 2005, this winter has by far been the coldest, windiest, and most blizzard-y one.  Now more than ever I feel myself much less inclined to step outside, especially when the wind sounds like something in Misselthwaite Manor, a la The Secret Garden.  Though,

I don’t usually head out to Jersey on a Saturday night, but this looks really, really cool.  The community-run, depression-era grand Loew’s Movie Palace in Jersey City is showing two films from the 1920s today: the Marx Brothers’ first film The Cocoanuts (1929) at 4pm, and Safety Last with live

COMICS PANEL – Word for Word Series in Bryant Park Sometimes I want to avoid Midtown at all costs.  When it is hot, it seems hotter there.  When it is humid, it seems that all things stick a little bit better there too.  However, us broke-asses can’t always choose where