Like any other self-satisfied, elitist New York asshole, I love watching movies about or that use New York City heavily, especially if they’re period pieces or actually filmed in a bygone decade. But what if you’re fairly new to this genre of sorts and you’ve already watched Annie Hall, Manhattan,

Brooklyn, for better or worse, has a glut of musicians and performers who get dubbed “cutting edge” or “the hot new thing.” Much like the terms “awesome,” “extreme,” or “neo-c0nservative,” these terms are overused to the point of becoming meaningless, no different from say “um” or “er” in your sentence.

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

You’ve seen a French movie, right? You know how the ludicrously attractive, ethereal girl will talk about stuff with the swarthy guy over coffee? They’ll be musing about love, life, or whatever with their pretty lips while even-tempo jazz and the clinks of coffee cups happen in the background? And

Have you ever wanted to beat up a ninja? Or maybe a ninja riding on top of a dinosaur that you encounter in a dark alley? Then be sure to pick up Judah Friedlander’s new book “How to Beat Up Anybody: An Instructional & Inspirational Karate Manual” or HTBAUAIIKM for

Stop the presses. You know, harking back to a simpler, more innocent and racist time back when people printed things and didn’t blink an eye when both Irish and dogs weren’t allowed somewhere. Well, welcome back, Kotter, because I’m about to unveil one hell of a wormhole in the time/space

Broke asses unite! There’s one thing that’s n FREE do to but costly to gain in this country, and while it doesn’t involve drink specials it’s still worth your time. Naturally, I am talking about voting, and this election is as significant as it is viral video prone. I’m based

Walk into a Barnes and Noble and what do you smell? Cheap wood, burnt coffee, and the embossed plastic off the newest Dan Brown hardcover. Hardly a festival for the senses, in my humble opinion, no matter what deals they may have on the oeuvre of Carl Hiaasen. For my

Remember being 18? Apparently while the rest of us were sneaking warm beers from our parents’ garage, comedian Liz Miele was being profiled in the New Yorker. NBD. Now, at 25, Liz’s comedy is older and wiser but still told with the relatable ease that’s been earning her attention since