“Are you going to let me in?” That’s what Florence (Greta Gerwig) murmurs as she navigates the traffic on a busy Los Angeles street. She might ask the same question of the title character in “Greenberg,” writer-director Noah Baumbach’s acidic comedy, in which Ben Stiller plays a stubborn slacker who spends his days fashioning personal crusades out of minor inconveniences and wallowing in nostalgia, although it’s hard to imagine his supposed glory days were anymore glorious than his seemingly pointless present-day situation.
“Our parents’ war is about to become ours,” a young girl tells her friend in a new film. “Figure out what side you’re on.” All around them they see destruction and chaos, the result of being under siege by a culture they don’t understand. Some of these enemies set themselves on fire in order to kill more effectively. Many of the warriors who join in the battle come home with missing limbs. The rationale behind the fighting is vague. “They’ve killed hundreds of us!” a father warns his son. “And we’ve killed thousands of them!” the son replies. Given those kinds of details, you might think the movie is set in Iraq or Afghanistan or the Gaza Strip. It’s not
The younger woman pours a steady stream of sugar into her coffee cup. Her life could use a little sweetening up: She’s Chloe, a call girl who lives out other people’s fantasies while shutting out her own. “I can become your first kiss, or a torn-out image from a Playboy magazine you saw when you were 9 years old,” she says. “I can become your living, breathing dream. Then I can disappear.”
It’s a digital life for a man with an analog soul. His parents played for the Philadelphia Opera Co., so he grew up in the Academy of Music’s Great Hall, home of the legendary Philadelphia Orchestra. The lush “Philadelphia sound,” nurtured by conductors Leopold Stokowski and Eugene Ormandy, pillowed his ears from youth.
When Lotty meets Rose Arnott (Veronica Gracia-Wing), a plot is hatched to rent a villa, nay, a castle in the Mediterranean, for these two women (and two more) to get away from the damp and thunderous rains of April in England, as well as their husbands.
But, it seemed like the perfect date! Well, maybe his idea of perfection is romancing the hell out of a woman, getting her into bed, and getting outta Dodge. Or maybe, he decided to never see you again, but figured he’d see you naked first.
The annual Rally of Writers, an all-day workshop, is set for April 10 at Lansing Community College’s west campus. The rally includes programs on everything from writing thrillers to poetry and, according to organizer Linda Peckham, at $70 it is one of the best bargains for aspiring writers in the Midwest.
March 26Suheir Hammad, 9 p.m. Abbot Café, first floor, Abbot Hall, MSUAltan, Celtic music, 7:30 p.m. Charlotte Performing Arts Center, 378 State St. $29-$36. www.CPACpresents.com“Night of Singing” with Sally Potter and Joe Hickerson, 8 p.m. Ten Pound Fiddle, 855 Grove St. $10 (...
The themes for this show are reportedly darker than other Cirque productions, but apart from a sad clown and a few distorted face masks and disproportioned bodies, there is virtually no darkness to be found. The glittery white costumes are intricately stunning in both surreal design and unlimited movement for the performers.