There is something seriously satisfying about watching someone with steady hands drag a paint-laden brush along a smooth surface to make a picture-perfect letter. Sign Painters is a new documentary that offers that—so much of that—and profiles people in the in-flux industry who continue to make the way-finders and place-markers in our cities truly beautiful.
There’s something seriously wrong in Sandford—but you wouldn’t know it just by looking around. The Gloucester haven has won Village of the Year for who knows how long. It’s a model of British country living—but beneath the picturesque facade is something far more sinister.
It’s been nearly 40 years since Jim Baker died after diving off a cliff in Hawaii, but members of the utopian community he founded still call him Father. In recent years, they’ve gone about resurrecting the memory of the cult, and its weird philosophy which melded the decadence of 1960s pop culture with weird spirituality.
If you visit Pacific Beach in San Diego, you might spy an older dude skating in slow motion along the boardwalk. Known as "Slomo," man’s been mistaken for many things through the years—homeless, insane, etc.—but he’s actually there very much on purpose. This short New York Times doc is his strange, inspiring story.
From the mouth of comedian Jim Gaffigan, everything about raising with four kids in a two-bedroom NYC apartment is hilarious. You could call his brand of humor dad humor—but it’s the good kind.
What was it like working on the set of legendary film director Stanley Kubrick as he adapted The Shining, Stephen King’s bestselling horror story, to the silver screen? If these cast and crew interviews from the new documentary Staircases to Nowhere, are any indication, the answer is: pretty dang awesome.
On a Friday afternoon in 1999, I went to the matinee showing of a movie that I knew barely anything about. The film ended, the credits rolled, the house lights went up, and no one moved for a very long time. As we stumbled into the daylight, someone verbalized what we were all thinking: Was that real?
Given that the entire internet has spent the past week buzzing over what may or may not be a sincere effort at selling lab-grown celebrity meat
I have a confession to make. I’ve never seen Psycho. I’ve seen Rear Window. I’ve seen The Birds. I’ve even seen most of Bates Motel. But I have never ever in my whole life watched Hitchcock’s masterpiece.
People loooove getting hoodwinked by close-up magic, and Ricky Jay is a straight-up wizard at the art of sleight of hand. Watching him handle a deck is like seeing someone for whom playing cards are a part of the body—as though handling them is the most natural thing in the world.