Sharp corners and big balloons seems the kind of coupling that ends with a big POP! But we’ll find out for sure on Thursday when the classic Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade forgoes the great white way for a new parade route filled with twists and turns.Read more

Pixies start a three-night round about town tonight with Black Gold at Hammerstein Ballroom, 311 W. 34th St. (betw. 8th & 9th Aves.), 212-279-7740; 8, $46.Read more

I thought the craziness surrounding turkey preparation reached its climax a few years ago when people got all goofy about deep frying their Thanksgiving Day birds. I was wrong. Local tavern owner Paul Hurley has come up with a new way to dress up Turkey Tom this Thursday, and unfortunately it’s not with dressing but vodka, giving new meaning to the term party fowl. Read more

A walk of shame looking like a disheveled mess and wearing last night's party clothes normally gets you all the wrong kind of attention, but not so for Astoria resident Elizabeth Kuchta. Her “walk of shame” outfit snagged her the honor of Miss G Train 2009.Read more

Robert Lederman learned a valuable lesson Saturday: Having the law on your side doesn’t guarantee you won’t get smacked with a summons—or five—and hauled down to the pokey, after the street artist was arrested at High Line Park for selling his artwork without a permit. A move both Lederman and the federal court system say violates his First Amendment right to freedom of speech.Read more

Sharp corners and big balloons seems the kind of coupling that ends with a big POP! But we’ll find out for sure on Thursday when the classic Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade forgoes the great white way for a new parade route filled with twists and turns.Read more

I thought the craziness surrounding turkey preparation reached its climax a few years ago when people got all goofy about deep frying their Thanksgiving Day birds. I was wrong. Local tavern owner Paul Hurley has come up with a new way to dress up Turkey Tom this Thursday, and unfortunately it’s not with dressing but vodka, giving new meaning to the term party fowl. Read more

A walk of shame looking like a disheveled mess and wearing last night's party clothes normally gets you all the wrong kind of attention, but not so for Astoria resident Elizabeth Kuchta. Her “walk of shame” outfit snagged her the honor of Miss G Train 2009.Read more

Robert Lederman learned a valuable lesson Saturday: Having the law on your side doesn’t guarantee you won’t get smacked with a summons—or five—and hauled down to the pokey, after the street artist was arrested at High Line Park for selling his artwork without a permit. A move both Lederman and the federal court system say violates his First Amendment right to freedom of speech.Read more

One of my first jobs out of school was playing a rotating succession of floozies—some dumb, some angry, all crazy—on MTV’s first-ever nonmusical program, Remote Control. The parts were tiny, but Remote Control, the cultish late ’80s game show in which three college kids confined to EZ-Chairs answered trivia questions about television and pop culture, was a big deal. Often presented in mini-sketch format, the questions were posed by comics, who’d pop out in different characters when their “channel” was selected. Read more

In his Sunday NYTimes Arts&Leisure cover story, "Two Films, Two Routes From Poverty," A.O. Scott writes about Precious and The Blind Side and how it is "useful to imagine these movies in dialogue wit...Read more

The rumors are true: other things will be screening this weekend besides The Twilight Saga: New Moon. Broken Embraces showcases a few of director Pedro Almodóvar’s favor...Read more

Next week, Theater 80 will fire up its film projectors for the first time in 15 years, when comic caper film The Brooklyn Heist begins its two-week run at the famed revival house. We asked The Brooklyn Heist director Julian Mark Kheel about how this unique booking came about, and why Theater 80 is the perfect venue for his satiric tale of three very different sets of New Yorkers all plotting to rob the same pawnshop owner…on the same night. Read more

The Film Talk guys, Jett Loe and Gareth Higgins, discuss A Christmas Carol and other recent reviews with Armond White. They call him the "most controversial of modern film critics." But the blog chatter is still raging with Preciousmania, and over at The Cooler blog, they've latched on to White's explanation (with a post titled "The Demonizing (of) Armond White") of his reputation as a contrarian: Read more

There’s no getting around the opportunism of IFC’s decision to release How to Be, starring a pre-Twilight Robert Pattinson, on DVD three days before New Moon’s Friday opening. (As if to underscore this sense of quick-buck desperation, the DVD’s back cover includes a misspelling of its star’s last name.) Still, this minor and frequently tiresome British comedy provides a chance to consider Pattinson beyond the broody trappings of the Twilight series. As it turns out, the guy’s actually kind of funny. Read more

Pixies start a three-night round about town tonight with Black Gold at Hammerstein Ballroom, 311 W. 34th St. (betw. 8th & 9th Aves.), 212-279-7740; 8, $46.Read more

“Unassuming,” I think, is a good way to describe a band. It’s a term I wish I could toss around more, but can’t with the bands that breeze throw this town. There are those who try so hard to look like rock stars and those who spend so much time cultivating some image in opposition to such tropes. There’s a third, not oft explored option, too. Read more

Tonight Blind Pilot headlines Brooklyn, at The Bell House, 149 7th St. (betw. 2nd & 3rd Aves.), Brooklyn, 718-643-6510; 8, $15 Read more

See the poster children of Brooklyn sound, Dirty Projectors, at Music Hall of Williamsburg, 66 N. 6th St. (betw. Wythe & Kent Aves.), 718-486-540; 8, $15 Read more

When I first heard Evangelicals’ sophomore release The Evening Descends in December of 2007, it sounded like the second coming of Arcade Fire. To my ears, it was the only album since Funeral capable of matching its intensity without sounding like a canned attempt at doing so. It brought Graham Parsons and Beethoven to mind in equal measure; it was marked by thematic cohesiveness, lyrical depth and an epicness that most other swing-for-the-fences-type indie acts come embarrassingly short of achieving. It had moments you just couldn’t totally shake: the opening bass line of “Skeleton Man;” the anguished, wailing coda to “Party Crashing,” the bitingly hilarious and totally unexpected satire of the “blind leading the blind” parable from the New Testament at the tail-end of “Bloodstream.” And I could go on like this. Read more