January may be considered a dumping ground for movies but there are gems to be had. American Folk, the story of two strangers (Amber Rubarth, Joe Purdy) who drive a van cross country in the aftermath of 9/11 is simply unforgettable. My full interview with Rubarth is below, and during our chat she talked about her American Folk journey, crafting her solo album Wildflowers in the Graveyard, and finding a sense of place in KwaZulu-Natal.
The dreams of hitting the open road is a notion that can hit us at any age, and sometimes that journey comes out of pure necessity. In American Folk, strangers Elliott (Joe Purdy) and Joni (Amber Rubarth) leave must leave California and head back to New York in the days after 9/11, and it’s a road trip that’s definitely worth taking.
One of this year’s great cinematic stories centers on the deeper appreciation of Lois Smith’s work. The 87-year-old actress has received acclaim for her work in Marjorie Prime (and she’s also great playing a forgiving nun in Lady Bird), and now the Quad Cinema is hosting ‘Prime Lois Smith – A Retrospective.” A 35mm print of East of Eden tops off the celebration December 12 – more details after the jump!!
Before his current run as Detective Jay Halstead on Chicago P.D., Jesse Lee Soffer cut his teeth as a child actor working in feature films (Matinee, Safe Passage, The Brady Bunch Movie) and in Soaps (Guiding Light, As The World Turns). During the NBC Universal Summer Press Tour I asked Soffer if he found any differences amidst the acting communities of New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago.
Sunday morning – 9 am. I am pretending to watch football at my friend’s house. He turns to me and asks, ” Hey, don’t you have to pack? You are leaving to Paris tonight right?” I aloofly answer, “Yeah, I’m suppose to…. But, don’t think I’m leaving tonight!” He gives me a confused look and changes the subject in fear of why I am so nonchalant.
Picture this — beautiful international 6 foot models swarming backstage, ready to strut their long legs in front of millions of cameras, capturing the vision of a beloved designer. “Lights… Camera, Action, its New York Fashion Week 2015!” The fashion director cues the music as the first model is waiting behind a partition — palms sweaty, heart racing with adrenaline.
He walks in to a room, your heart skips a beat, palms are sweaty, he asks for your name. You respond with a hint of flirtation rolling off your tongue. No, this isn’t a scene from a romantic comedy staring Jimmy Stewart, or even my gal JLo. These are the butterflies that have sadly been replaced with “I don’t give a F**k” or even “Sorry not Sorry,” just to name a few. These feelings used to live within us and, sadly, died with our braces and True Religion jeans. Do you remember when your 9th grade crush ask to borrow a pencil in Algebra class?