Word: manhattanization
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...with Noel Coward insouciance. But the most interesting part of the film comes after it's over. That's when the real knives come out. At the Sundance Film Festival, where this pitch-black comedy was an award winner, LaBute was widely rebuked by the sensitivity patrol. After a Manhattan screening, a male publicist was punched. Well, he was a guy. Probably deserved...
...said an Oklahoma-born country crooner like Garth Brooks wouldn't fit in in a tough-minded, hip-hop-favoring metropolis like Manhattan? When Brooks played New York City's Central Park last Thursday before a crowd estimated at between 250,000 (according to the cops) and 750,000 (according to Brooks' camp), four of the country star's first five songs were clogged with enough sex and violence to do Bone Thugs-N-Harmony proud. Brooks kicked things off with the country-rock song Rodeo ("Well, it's bulls and blood/ It's dust and mud"), followed that with...
...weeks before his big show, Brooks told TIME that he had played Manhattan only once before, early in his career and was eager to return. He was also eager for some big-time publicity: his biggest album, No Fences (1990), sold more than 13 million copies, but his latest, Fresh Horses (1995), sold just 4 million. The Central Park concert, which was free (the $11 million bill was footed by Brooks and HBO, which aired the show) was originally conceived as a mega-infomercial for his new CD, Sevens, which had a release conveniently...
...people who get lost and wash up on Wards Island and people who are used to not looking and the question of why people in this city don't stop more often to say to each other "You look lost. Can I help you?" When we get back to Manhattan, he directs me to the bus I was looking for, on the other side of 125th Street...
...York is going through one of its up periods. I have never seen Manhattan looking so prosperous. Somebody planted petunias in huge hangers up and down the street-lamps of 34th Street. Lower Sixth Avenue is a refurbished shoppers mecca. And in place of the old, ugly little traffic-island cum death trap on the corner of my tiny three-block long Greenwich Village street sits a new, brilliantly designed safe and elegant little garden. There are still homeless people sleeping in Abingdon Square, but someone has planted cosmos-flowers there too. I've never seen such things outside Vermont...