A review of Meet Me in the Bathroom: Rebirth and Rock and Roll in New York City 2001-2011 from someone who lived it.
Life will never be perfect, but by honoring who we are and loving who we are, we can make it better.
Photographs taken on the streets of New York City on the day Americans chose Donald J. Trump as the 45th President of the United States.
The latest film from one of indie cinema's most vital directors is not, in fact, his film at all. And that's the problem.
The actor turned director recalls the day in 1987 when, as an aspiring young thespian, an unexpected call gave him a career-launching break.
The documentary filmmaker is greatly impressed by this intimate, simply told drama, and particularly by one movingly authentic opening scene.
The cinematographer-turned-director looks back on a life and career in film through the prism of serendipitous coincidence.
PC Worship might not be No Wave, but they are keeping alive the spirit of the old, grimy New York.
The Brooklyn-based filmmaker revisits Roberto Rossellini's neorealist classic at home and abroad as she seeks to understand its enduring power.
Watching Sam Fleischner's Stand Clear of the Closing Doors reminded me of why I think Michelangelo is full of shit.