When my ex-wife was pregnant, people would come up to her and say: 'Oh my God, you're pregnant? What a miracle!' ...My ex-wife is Latina and I'm Indian—it's not a miracle she got pregnant, we come from the two most fertile races on the planet. She got pregnant, and we didn't even have sex. I just sent her a text: 'Baby, I'm coming home.' Her: 'All I saw was coming!'
Celebrate LA’s burgeoning Eastside with a free music festival—what’s not to like? Echo Park Rising is back for its seventh year with over 100 handpicked local up-and-coming bands, comedians, film screenings and more. With venues ranging from the Echo and Stories Books & Cafe to Button Mash and the parking lot of TAIX French Restaurant, as well as various special discounts and sales at local businesses, this is always a neighborhood affair not to be missed.
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.
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.
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.
We've done our fair share of hot sauce taste testing, but the third annual California Hot Sauce Expo is taking our taste buds to a whole new level. For two days, City National Grove of Anaheim will fill with pepper-hungry attendees boasting their ability to withstand even the spiciest offender. Will they make it through 40 hot sauce samples and multiple eating challenges (our favorite: The Guinness Book of Record Smoking Ed's Carolina Reaper Pepper Eating Challenge)? We'll find out. Just be glad that there's beer on hand (though milk wouldn't hurt, either).
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
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.
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
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
San Francisco's favorite entourage of self-proclaimed sonic missionaries, Silent Frisco, merged with promoter Sunset SF to create HUSHconcerts. The name may be different, but the concept is still the same: to bring to life wicked lineups (Talking Heads, LCD Soundsystem, James Brown, etc.) through a cutting-edge, technology-meets-music event. Here's how it works: The man behind the curtain places the decibels & volume from large speakers into headphones for each concert-goer, allowing a totally immersive musical experience, without the distractions of ambient noise. Basically, you're dancing your ass off to great music next to a bunch of other people doing the same, in a room that's pretty much silent. All the tunes are in your headphones. Both the audio clarity and the vibes are guaranteed to be top-notch.
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.
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
Spend a Saturday night among the arts at LACMA's annual late-night party, Muse 'til Midnight. The evening kicks off outside at Chris Burden's Urban Light, those Instagrammable light posts, and works its way across the museum campus. This year, ArtDontSleep curates a Pacific Standard Time-inspired array of local DJs, Latinx dance and East L.A. Chicano music. There'll also be a cash bar and small bites on-hand to fuel you through the night.
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.
Silver Lake's legit little music venue offers up some of the best local music in the city every Monday night... for free. Check out LA bands that are about to make it big (acts like Fitz & the Tantrums, Superhumanoids and even Local Natives have graced the residency stage) without spending a dime—well, except on maybe a beer, or a round for the folks onstage. Check the Satellite calendar to see who's on the bill each month. Acts often have a rotating cast of openers, so you can see different bands each week while watching the main act work on material, become more comfortable onstage and find their rhythm as the month goes on. Then a few years from now, you can say "I saw them when...."
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.
Nature lovers rejoice! Spend a day at the NHM's Butterfly Pavilion, which will open for the season with more than 30 butterfly and moth species and an assortment of California plants. The seasonal outdoor exhibit allows for adults and children alike to witness nature up close—we're talking having bufferlies take flight and land on your arms or shoulders. Prime time for these unique butterfly flight experiences are between 10-11am each morning.
The masters of al fresco rooftop movie viewing have returned for their third season of screenings on the Montalbán's rooftop—and now Downtown's LEVEL. Known for excellent film choices and a steady supply of snacks and booze, Rooftop Cinema Club is your snazzy, comfortable and less stressful alternative to other outdoor movie screenings. Taking full advantage of beautiful city views, RCC promises to offer some of the most unique and incredible movie-going opportunities for film lovers throughout 2017. You don't even need to bring your own blanket or camping chair—Rooftop Cinema Club provides you with your very own comfy lawn chair, as well as blankets on request for the ultimate cozy experience. And instead of listening to the movie over loudspeakers, you'll get a set of wireless headphones so you never have to miss a word. The series is packed with a wide selection of audience favorites, kicking things off in April with Blade Runner, and carrying on with classics like Back to the Future and recent hits, including Moonlight. Tickets are on sale now, with general admission tickets for $19 and Rooftop Love Seats for $29. Doors open at 6pm each night and screenings begin at sunset. See you on the rooftop!
It's free music every Monday when sponsored, up-and-coming local bands call the Echo stage home for a one-month stint, honing their stage presence and giving various opening acts a chance at the spotlight as well. If you're worried a Monday night will fill up to capacity, you can RSVP on the Echo website for VIP entry. When a band is on its third or fourth Monday and killing it, this is a pretty convenient way to make sure you're in on the action.
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.
Life imitates art, literally: Classic paintings, statues and murals take on a new dimension as real people dress and pose to recreate original masterpieces—a trick popularized by vaudeville artiste Lolita Perine at the first festival in 1932. A professional orchestra, a narrator, intricate sets and theatrical lighting help bring the works to life at the Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach (650 Laguna Canyon Rd). This year's theme, "The Grand Tour," is inspired by European land and sea travel and the 17th and 18th centuries.
The Broad pulls 30 images from its own collection for Oracle, an examination of globalizing forces at work in contemporary society. The exhibition includes works from El Anatsui, Mark Bradford, Peter Halley, William Kentridge, Julie Mehretu, Shirin Neshat, Albert Oehlen, Jeff Wall and Terry Winters, plus recent acquisitions by Ericka Beckman, Sterling Ruby, Oscar Murillo, Tauba Auerbach and Andreas Gursky.