I was watching Jeopardy once, and the answer was, 'This leader did some sightseeing in a newly defeated Paris in June of 1940.' The contestant said, 'Who is Adolf Hitler?' and Alex Trebek replied, 'That is correct.' Really? That's the answer to the question 'Who is Hitler?': A guy who went antiquing through Europe? Because I feel like I know that name from something else.
Jane Borden performs at Hollywood Studio Bar & Grill on January 7th at 8pm, the Pleasure Chest on January 8th at 8pm and M.I. Westside Comedy Theater on January 9th at 10pm. Tickets are under $10.
It wouldn't be summer in Los Angeles without free concerts in cool, outdoor places from KCRW. Sound in Focus, their latest collaboration with the Annenberg Space for Photography, is a month of free, all ages outdoor concerts. Headliners include Miguel, Paul Oakenfold and Rodrigo y Gabriela. The concerts will be on the lawn at Century Park, right next to the Annenberg Space for Photography. In addition to music and photography, visitors can take a tour of Skylight Studios, picnic on the lawn (bring your own or indulge in food truck fare) and grab a drink in the beer garden. The concerts are free, but you must RSVP beforehand, and entry is granted on a first-come, first-served basis.
Eat|See|Hear travels to different locales throughout the city each Saturday during the summer, showing cult flicks on an inflatable HD screen taller than your average Malibu mansion. Bring your own bites or sample snacks from the impressive roster of resident food trucks and show up early for a set from local LA bands. Parking is free at most of the venues, and tickets for screenings at the Autry even include admission to the museum. What's more? If you want to skip the crowds and stroll in casually during the opening credits, spring for an exclusive "Fashionably Late" pass. All of the events dog-friendly, and a portion of ticket sales benefit Best Friends Animal Society in support of NKLA.
One of L.A.'s best free live music offerings, Jazz at LACMA has featured such legends as Wayne Shorter, John Clayton, Kenny Burrell, Les McCann, Billy Childs, Arturo Sandoval, Cannonball-Coltrane Project and Ernie Watts. Celebrating over twenty years at the museum, the program continues to be one of the museum’s most recognizable (and beloved) programs. It's a celebration of L.A.’s finest jazz musicians, and more than 42,000 visitors attend the program annually from April through November, making it a true L.A. rite of passage.
The Music Center offers a free, joyous mashup of music and dancing all summer long, with different themes (90s, line dancing, cumbia, etc.) and free dance lessons plus live bands. Dance Downtown switches off every week with DJ Nights, with a late night bar menu and DJs. Head to Grand Park and join in the fun—no dance experience required.
It isn't summer in LA until the first cemetery screening brings hoards of movie-lovers to Hollywood Forever, toting folding chairs, picnic blankets, snack spreads and lots of booze. Each year, Cinespia brings classic cult favorites to the hallowed resting place of such Hollywood greats as Rudolph Valentino and Bugsy Siegel. An inspired concept, and one Angelenos line up for hours to partake in, enjoy DJ sets, dance parties, sleepovers and more magical mischief otherwise strictly forbidden behind the cemetery gates. It's an LA rite of passage, a quintessential summer experience and one of the best film venues in the city. Just be sure to get your ticket early, arrive early, pee early... it's getting a bit overcrowded, to say the least.
Judd Apatow’s durable formula of timid, geeky men, far-more-mature girlfriends and their huggably awkward parents gets a welcome infusion of cross-cultural tension—and some scary medical realities—in The Big Sick, a dynamite romantic comedy of intimate proportions. Apatow is only the producer here (Michael Showalter directs with a minimum of stylistic intrusion), but the creative prime mover is actor-writer Kumail Nanjiani, better known as Silicon Valley’s peevish computer coder, Dinesh. Developing a based-on-real-life script with his wife, TV producer Emily V. Gordon, Nanjiani shapes his story of a Chicago comedian’s wobbly rise, a trajectory altered by love, illness and some much-needed belated backbone. Hoodie and backpack-clad, Uber driver Kumail (Nanjiani, modulating his nerd persona with impressive depth) turns his Pakistani heritage into a source of laughs for club crowds. He has a dense one-man show involving the game of cricket, and his sarcastic jokes often exploit racial anxieties. (Loudly arguing with his brother in a restaurant, he assures onlookers, “We hate terrorists—it’s okay.”) One night, Kumail’s routine is interrupted by a smiling new fan, Emily (Zoe Kazan, completely owning her scenes), and they spark the kind of banter-crammed flirtation that movies like this have perfected. But Kumail can’t tell his fiercely attentive suburban parents (Anupam Kher and Zenobia Shroff, both excellent) about the white girl he’s seeing. Instead, he stashes photos of arrang
Scope out prints, artists' books, journals and manuscripts documenting the international concrete poetry movement—a mid-century, design-based form of written poems boosted by foundational figures like Augusto de Campos and Ian Hamilton Finlay.
Before seeing Wonder Woman, I had a sinking feeling. It’s been more than a decade (and Halle Berry’s 2004 bomb Catwoman) since a female star headlined a superhero film and saved the world. I had visions of middle-aged male studio execs huddled together in a conference room googling feminism and group-thinking how to make a lady-hero. Would the result feel like a two-and-a-half-hour tampon commercial? Actually, no. Wonder Woman is the real deal, a rollicking action adventure in the tradition of Raiders of the Lost Ark, with a fully functioning sense of humor and the year’s most deliciously evil baddie. The film has a wobbly opening on a women-only island where hot chicks in fabulous ancient Greek sandals appear to have wandered in from a Dolce & Gabbana campaign. This is Themyscira, where the Amazon tribe has lived in peace for thousands of years. Former Miss Israel Gal Gadot (Gisele in the Fast & Furious franchise) is Diana, their princess, who was sculpted from clay and brought to life by Zeus. The island’s tranquility is broken by the arrival of a cocky U.S. soldier played by Star Trek’s Chris Pine. The actor knows he’s here as eye candy and does his spin on the usual smoking-hot sidekick with self-deprecation. The plot is functional. It’s World War I and Pine is a spy who has discovered that the Germans’ evil chemist, Maru (Elena Anaya)—a.k.a. Doctor Poison—is cooking up a dirty bomb to wipe out Allied soldiers on the front. So Diana volunteers to save humankind, strapp
Music sounds better when you’re on the road—even us poor souls without wheels know this to be true. There’s something euphoric about being surrounded by speakers, immersed in your own private La La Land, moving forward to the beat (even when traffic says otherwise). As if discovering something obvious yet essential about making movies, writer-director Edgar Wright now takes the venerable car-chase action film—loaded with tire squeals and around-the-corner drifts—and weds it to a keenly discerning jukebox playlist. The result is a supercharged piece of fun unlike any motorized choreography since John Landis destroyed a fleet of cop cars in The Blues Brothers. Wright, as you’ll know if you’ve seen Shaun of the Dead and The World’s End, loves a well-chosen Queen or Stone Roses tune. (This time it’s Golden Earring’s pedal-to-the-metal “Radar Love.”) But he’s never unleashed his stylish gift for musical-visual synchronicity like he does here. And as Baby Driver’s killer stunt work makes clear, the guy has an inner Steve McQueen that requires feeding. Wright’s main character, Baby (The Fault in Our Stars’ Ansel Elgort, doing well by the role’s boyish innocence), still has a hint of peach fuzz on his cheeks, yet he’s a genius with a stick shift. Protected by sunglasses and constantly immersed in a pair of earbuds, Baby needs music to drown out the buzz in his head (caused by tinnitus), so he can jam. He’s a getaway-car driver with dreams of going straight after the proverbial One L
Say what you will about Metallica's creative output for the past two decades, the 50-something thrash metal stalwarts still know how to fill stadiums with propulsive fits of rage. Even if you haven't kept up with Hetfield and co. in recent years, expect their live sets to draw heavily from their first four (or five, depending on where you stand on The Black Album) nearly-perfect albums.
Indulge your inner foodie and shopaholic at this weekly food-focused market. The Brooklyn export has landed in the Arts District and become a hotbed of fantastic food and retail vendors, with some that are testing out their dishes before launching a full-blown brick-and-mortar in the city. Bonus: there is plentiful (and free, for two hours!) parking in the nearby parking garage.
Spend a late night at the Broad during the return of its after-hours programming series, which finds musicians, dancers and poets collaborating in the museum's outdoor plaza as well as in gallery spaces. Tickets for each event include full access to the museum.
As lovely, mysterious and cosmic as horror movies get—maybe it’s better just to drop "horror" altogether—A Ghost Story marshals an eerie hush from the start. In its early scenes, we see a house, squarely situated behind a generous front lawn. Inside dwell two thirtyish marrieds, nameless throughout, played by Casey Affleck and Rooney Mara, well paired in scruffy intensity. From dribs and drabs of spare dialogue, we feel the slightest tension between them. Yet in the darkness of their bedroom, we feel a real connection. They kiss gently, shifting their bodies in sympathy, and the spooning session is of a piece with the movie’s skyward-tipping Terrence Malick–like grabs, composer Daniel Hart’s aching orchestral shimmers and fields of swirling stars. Writer-director David Lowery (who used Affleck and Mara in the similarly interior Ain’t Them Bodies Saints) is taking his time here, adjusting us to a slower tempo for reasons that will pay off beautifully. Widening out on another foggy morning, we take in the shocking sight of a smoldering car wreck, with Casey Affleck’s character dead behind the wheel. He’s gone, and before you brace for the clichés of typical movie grieving, we notice—well, a ghost. In a white bed sheet. With black cut-out eyes. At first it sits up on a hospital gurney, almost confused. It meanders down the fluorescent-lit hallway, unnoticed. And it turns up in the corner of the couple’s living room, like some weird lamp. Don’t be ashamed to giggle. The collisi
The newest flea market on the block, the Venice outpost of this artisan/craft-focused flea market mini-empire is bringing records, vintage and vintage-inspired clothing, cosmetics, jewelry and more to the Westminster Avenue Elementary School. A handful of small batch confectioners provide sweet treats to snack on or take home, while food trucks and nearby restaurants provide heartier bites. Though relatively small in size, owing perhaps to its prime location bookending the neighborhood’s famed Abbot Kinney stretch, vendors hawk a diverse range of hand-made and expertly curated wares that seems to simultaneously fit in and stand out in one of the nation’s most unusual neighborhoods.
Everyone in Baywatch seems amused to be in a movie version of Baywatch—how could they not be? (Their expressions range from “Is this really happening?” to “This is really happening.”) The laughs in director Seth Gordon’s surprisingly fun and self-mocking comedy don’t sneak up on you so much as hail you from a mile off with an air horn and then bonk you over the head as you approach. This is a film in which lifeguard Dwayne Johnson leaps out of the water (in slo-mo) with a rescued paraglider in his arms, while porpoises flip behind him in celebration. That moment also brings the film’s title, text rising from the deep like a repressed giggle that won’t go away. The generous—radical?—thing about Hollywood’s version of the tush-ogling ’90s TV phenomenon is that, pretty quickly, it makes you feel in on the joke. Taking lessons from 2012’s wonderfully silly 21 Jump Street (in which Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill scientifically proved that bad television need not result in bad filmmaking), Baywatch owns its preposterousness with every barked line of self-serious dialogue and stuffed-to-bursting wet suit. The actors are what save it. Not only does Johnson build on his subversive persona of hulking, dim-witted likability, but he’s joined by Neighbors’ Zac Efron, today’s reigning king of the hazy one-liner, who plays cocky yet disgraced Olympic swimmer Matt Brody, nicknamed the Vomit Comet. (Confused by his bodacious lifeguard team’s role in routing out crime, Efron’s Brody says it
L.A.'s craft beer scene has grown exponentially in the past few years, leaving beer fiends to wonder not if there's a brewery they want to check out, but when and how many. That's where LA Beer Hop comes in. Started by husband and wife Hal and Cindy Mooney, Beer Hop offers brewery tours on the weekends, offering tours that focus on different L.A. neighborhoods. Tours last for 4-5 hours and are led by a knowledge Beer Hop guide, driving each group to three breweries while providing fantastic information along the way. No two tours are alike: on a South Bay excursion, you may be taken to Monkish, Three Weavers and Phantom Carriage one weekend, and King Harbor, The Dudes and Absolution Brewing on another. East/Central LA tours traverse the city from Mumford to MacLeod to Eagle Rock Brewery. And at $69, the tours are a steal—not only do you have a built-in designated driver, but each brewery includes a sizeable flight, letting you try a wide variety and leaving you thoroughly tipsy (at the bare minimum). The Beer Hop bus arranges for pick-up at metro stops to ensure as little driving on your part as possible. And your fellow tour members? Well, that can all depend, but after a flight or two we're sure you'll all be singing together on the bus in no time.
For dinner and a movie, all in one, just follow the food trucks. During the summer and fall, Street Food Cinema throws together a series of mostly outdoor parties that include screenings of some of our favorite movies, paired with an assortment of gourmet food trucks and even a live music performance from a cool local band. The screenings are held in venues across L.A., and alternate from week to week, so make sure to check the schedule. Some of the outdoor venues are dog-friendly, allowing you to bring your four-legged cinema lover along. New this year are two overnight camping events that extend the movie screening into a fun summer camp experience for grown-ups.
Every Saturday and Sunday, the UCB franchise's longest-running, most beloved showcase starts when a base cast of the theater's current top-brass—including founding UCB members Matt Walsh, Matt Besser and Ian Roberts—takes the stage. Then they introduce the surprise celebrity alumnae and friends who will be joining them (think Horatio Sanz, Ben Schwartz, Adam Pally). And finally, another special guest takes the stage, a non-improviser (think Flea, Cat Power, Rebel Wilson, Lena Dunham) who opens the show with a personal story, that's deftly mined for laughs by the players. But you have to go to find out who's there—that's part of the fun. Looking for a cheap night out? Sunday shows are free, but seating is first-come, first-served, so be sure to arrive early.
Bachelorette parties—and plenty of the bachelor ones, I’ve noticed—are never just about the booze and the partying. There’s always that slightest twinge of jealousy, a bruised hint of abandonment, a recklessness about to spin out of control. So it goes with the tonally uneven Rough Night, a half-borrowed comedy that quickly kicks its one night of female carousing into the realm of terrible decisions. You can feel the film’s desperation right under the surface: The script (by Broad City’s Lucia Aniello and Paul W. Downs) wants to join the company of Bridesmaids or Bachelorette, but respectively, it’s neither warm nor cool enough. Instead it settles for a coke-fueled mania that doesn’t cohere into anything apart from a handful of funny moments. Rough Night’s quintet of stars are dazzlers stuck in a middle gear; watching them play off each other is its own kind of pleasure, regardless of the takeaway. Scarlett Johansson is capable of a starchy kind of humor (see her SNL hosting), and that’s the energy she supplies here as Jess, an awkward state-senator candidate who’s currently losing in local polls to a competitor who's intentionally deploying dick picks. Taking a break from the combat, Jess gathers her college friends, including clingy Alice (Jillian Bell), secretive Blair (Zoë Kravitz), loud-and-proud Frankie (Ilana Glazer) and Jess’s semester-abroad confidante, Pippa (Kate McKinnon, stealing another summer movie with an outrageous Aussie accent and bug eyes). The Miami Bea
Hilltop sunset views and rising bands—including Savoy Motel and former Kurt Vile guitarist Steve Gunn—combine to make this Getty tradition a worthy destination for Angelenos on both sides of the 405. Tip: Avoid the traffic and the crowds and arrive early. You'll get to visit the exhibits, watch the sunset and snag a seat at the restaurant before the dinner rush.
This epic (and free) outdoor concert series features live performances by artists from around the world at the gorgeous water-encompassed California Plaza stage in DTLA. With Japanese hip-hop and a pan-African funk band, this series spans multiple genres and continents. Miguel Atwood-Ferguson, Gaby Morena and Buyepongo are among this year's performers on the Downtown stage. Don’t miss a diverse and highly intriguing mix of musical performances, live scores, films, poetry and theater.
The virtue of courage is high up on the list of Disney princess must-haves (just below kindness, beauty and a strapping prince in tight pants). So three cheers for Dreamgirls director Bill Condon and star Emma Watson for having the courage to make a live-action musical adaptation of Disney's adored Beauty and the Beast with 2017 gender politics and a diverse cast. Not only is this new Belle the studio's most feminist princess to date, the update boasts the first (and second) interracial kiss to ever appear in a Disney movie, as well as the first openly gay character. And it's all done with a lovely feeling of integrity. Today's Beauty and the Beast is a lavish pull-out-all-the-stops musical. Watson brings sincerity to the role of Belle, the only bookworm in an 18th-century French village. (Her singing isn’t bad either). Luke Evans is hilarious as her sexist meathead suitor, Gaston, whose charming come-ons include: "Do you know what happens to spinsters in the village when their fathers die? They beg for scraps." Josh Gad (who voiced Olaf the snowman in Frozen) is Gaston's adoring sidekick Le Fou. The pair’s one-sided bromance is a highlight. Belle’s inventor dad (Kevin Kline) is on his way to market when he takes a wrong turn and finds himself locked in the gothic castle belonging to the Beast (Dan Stevens from Downton Abbey, hiding behind a furry face and a CGI-supplanted physique). Of course, the Beast is actually a dashing prince, transformed by a kind witch as punishmen
Brace yourself for the latest pop-up to completely dominate your social media feeds. The Museum of Ice Cream has arrived in Los Angeles, with 10 colorful themed installations spread across an airy warehouse space. You'll find the New York export at 2018 East 7th Place in the Arts District. Find out more about it in our first look.