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This exhibition flips the idea of ‘black art’ on its head, tracing an under looked 20-year period of creative innovation among African-American artists.
See historical and contemporary printed works from publishing houses and collectives in the United States and Mexico, as well as other parts of Central America, South America and the Caribbean.
See over forty photos of black women and men—all with natural hair and clothes that draw from African roots—in the 1960s survey of work from New York photographer Kwame Brathwaite.
Downtown’s Grammy Museum will host a larger-than-life exhibit dedicated to the Backstreet Boys and their roughly three decades of making boy-band history.
The trip-hop icons celebrate the 21st anniversary of their masterpiece album Mezzanine with what’s being billed as a totally new audio/visual production.
Perched atop Olive Hill on the west lawn of the historic Hollyhock House, the Barnsdall Friday fundraisers include fine selections of boutique wines provided by Silverlake Wine with a spectacular sunset and 360-degree views of the city.
The Fresh Off the Boat scribe and American Housewife co-star attacks the Wiltern for eight nights of stand-up.
Confront familiar foes—including ones from Stranger Things—at Universal Studios’ annual Halloween festivities, where big-budget scares meet iconic horror movie characters.
The new 10-day festival will feature pours from more than 40 LBC breweries, brewpubs and beer-forward restaurants, not to mention events across the city, like tap takeovers, brewer meet-and-greets, demos, pairing dinners, beer yoga and more.
Stewart and Beck will share the stage at the Hollywood Bowl for what’s being billed as “a landmark reunion set.”
Eat|See|Hear travels to different locales throughout the city each Saturday during the summer, showing cult flicks on an inflatable 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 L.A. 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, which guarantees you a reserved seat in front. All of the events dog-friendly, and a portion of ticket sales benefit Best Friends Animal Society.
It isn’t summer in L.A. 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. The series typically releases its slate one month at a time, most recently for August: Point Break (Aug 3), Boyz n the Hood featuring a John Singleton tribute from Questlove and DJ Pooh (Aug 10) and Psycho (Aug 24). Of particular note: the 9th Annual Slumber Party on August 24, with a trio of sleepover staples including Never Been Kissed, I Know What You Did Last Summer and Jawbreaker. Angelenos line up for hours to partake in the concept—and to enjoy DJ sets, dance parties, sleepovers and more magical mischief otherwise strictly forbidden behind the cemetery gates. It’s an L.A. 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 (doors open at 6:45pm), pee early… it’s getting a bit overcrowded, to say the least.
Trying to condense decades of diverse contributions from communities around the country into the amorphous banner of “black art” is a preposterous pursuit. William T. Williams’s hard-edge abstract canvases have little in common aesthetically with Alice Neel’s expressionistic portraits, which look nothing like Betye Saar’s ritual-inspired sculptures. “Soul of a Nation” shatters that indefinable umbrella term by shining a light on the grassroots thought, leadership and art movements that arose out of communities in cities like New York, Chicago and Los Angeles over a two-decade period in the 1960s, ’70s and early ’80s. You’ll walk away from the exhibit not talking about “black art,” but the power of particular artists and pieces, like Barkley Hendricks’s eye-catchingly crimson Blood (Donald Formey), David Hammons’s X-ray–like “body prints” and the legacy of local institutions and movements like Spiral, BAM, JAM and AfriCOBRA (Wadsworth Jarrell’s psychedelic word clouds of activists are a colorful standout). Disagreements surrounding pieces at the time of their creation are still uncannily relevant to social discourse today: whether works were too radical or not “black enough,” if they should cater to a black audience or a universal one, and how they were often relegated to second-tier status in institutions. Though not organized by the Broad—London’s Tate Modern first hosted the exhibition two years back—it feels well-suited for the Downtown museum’s diverse, young audience
Now one of L.A.’s most treasured summer traditions, Barnsdall Park’s wine tastings regularly attract sell-out crowds. Perched atop Olive Hill on the west lawn of the historic Hollyhock House (which you can tour during the evening for an additional $15), the Barnsdall Friday fundraisers include fine selections of boutique wines provided by Silverlake Wine with a spectacular sunset and 360-degree views of the city. Bring along a blanket and a picnic basket, or just nosh on the variety of food trucks parked up there. Though there used to be lots of kids running around, the event lawn is now 21-and-up—perfect for a date night. Proceeds support the park’s art programs and historic renovations.
On September 1, Huntington Beach is going nood—and so is Snoop Dogg. We can all thank the team at food-news website Foodbeast, because they’re throwing a massive all-day noodle and music festival right on the shore with a DJ set from the one and only D-O-double-G, a trip around the world in global noodle cuisine, drinking on the sand, and some general rest and relaxation in front of host restaurant SeaLegs at the Beach. The food lineup promises some of the best noodles in Southern California—all available for additional purchase—which means you can feast your way through brown-butter lobster buccatini from Slapfish; lemongrass beef and curried prawn vermicelli from LSXO; and even bulgogi asada chow mein all the way from San Francisco’s ARIA. The entertainment’s not limited to all the hilarious slurping happening everywhere you look: You’ll also find that DJ set from DJ Snoopadelic (yep, that’s Snoop himself); a performance by rapper E-40; a food-eating competition; and yacht rock band Yachty by Nature, who’ve been known to bust out a keytar from time to time. Slurp’s up, dudes.
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.
The parking garage at the Grove has some surprisingly spectacular city views from its top level, which makes it the perfect spot for this new pop-up drive-in movie theater. On the last Wednesday of the month all summer long, the shopping center is hosting free screenings with designated spaces for cars, as well as plush lounge seats if you decide to Uber over there instead. In addition to complimentary popcorn and soda, you’ll find a famous movie car at each event (think the “Greased Lightning” convertible for Grease and the DeLorean for Back to the Future) thanks to a partnership with the Petersen Automotive Museum and O’Gara Coach. Reservations are already all booked for the first screening, so be sure to step on it for the others.
Each summer, Bard fanatics watch their favorite works come to life at the historic Old Zoo in Griffith Park. Independent Shakespeare Co. puts on a series of lively productions each week, inviting audiences to take a seat on the grass (read: bring a picnic blanket) and enjoy performances like this season’s headliners: Twelfth Night and Pericles. Insider tip: Before the show starts, grab a bite from the concession tent, which features sweet treats from the Village Bakery & Cafe, homemade kettle corn and more.
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’s favorite NPR affiliate has a hand in over a half-dozen summer concert slates at locations like One Colorado, the Hammer Museum and KCRW’s new Santa Monica headquarters. But the party-till-midnight bashes at Chinatown Central Plaza have become a particular favorite. Familiar KCRW personalities like Garth Trinidad, Travis Holcombe, Anne Litt and Jason Bentley spin the tunes at these food truck-fueled block parties. Regardless of the location—including the oceanfront offshoot, Twilight on the Pier—you really can’t go wrong with any evening spent at Summer Nights.
The prolific singer-songwriter finds room for lo-fi garage-rock riffs and acoustic strums at his shows, sometimes performed solo and at other times with the backing of his many associated bands. For this summer residency, Segall will play through a different album every Friday night at the Teragram Ballroom. Expect a noisy, fuzzed-out set during these Freedom Band-backed performances, which include playthroughs of Melted, Goodbye Bread, Emotional Mugger and Manipulator, as well as a to-be-announced slate each night (the first 500 people to purchase three or more tickets to different shows will received a limited 7” of new, unreleased music, so we wouldn’t be surprised if it’s tied to that). Tickets are available for individual shows ($28–$30) starting Friday, April 26 at 8am, or you can see all 10 for $200.
Chicago MC Chancelor Bennett has built a tidy following the past several years with witty, joyful, freewheeling mixtapes like 2013’s Acid Rap and the follow-up, Coloring Book. With The Big Day, he’s finally put out his proper album “debut”—not that the hooky, soulful hip-hop of his mixtapes was of any sort of lesser quality. Expect tickets for this live tour to move quickly, and for good reason: Chance the Rapper’s gospel-like rap is a revelation in today’s musical landscape (and the promise of all sorts of special guests certainly doesn’t hurt either).
The trip-hop icons celebrate the 21st anniversary of their Mezzanine album with what’s being billed as a totally new audio/visual production. Excitingly, they’ll be joined by Elizabeth Fraser of the Cocteau Twins, who sang on three Mezzanine tracks including the hauntingly beautiful “Teardrop.”
Raise a glass to L.A.’s music, food, drinks and culture during this two-day fest from Golden road. The brewery has put together a surprisingly solid music lineup—Cold War Kids, Phantom Planet and Donavon Frankenreiter—alongside an art show, food trucks, specialty beers and more.
Ice Cube, Too Short, Roddy Rich, King Lil G, DJ Quik and others top this hip-hop fest in Ontario. Nipsey Hussle headlined the fest’s inaugural outing, so this second edition will pay tribute to the late rapper’s legacy.
Supplement your typical summer drink date with a little cinema at Mr. C Beverly Hills' poolside screening series. Grab a cocktail and settle in to enjoy a classic film, alongside alfresco eats, a special poolside menu and traditional movie snacks, like popcorn and candy. Films begin at sundown every Tuesday through Labor Day. This year's roster of crowd favorites includes A Star is Born (June 11), Bridesmaids (July 2) and Avengers: Infinity War (Aug 20), to name a few. You’ll need to book a dining reservation to secure a spot—and plan to possibly need an Uber home.
The masters of alfresco rooftop movie viewing have returned for another season of screenings in Hollywood and Downtown L.A. 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. 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.
Teenager Marty McFly's dad is a hideous wimp, his mother a dipso, so he befriends mad scientist Dr. Brown (Lloyd). In a DeLorean time machine they travel back to 1955, the year his parents met in high school. But at that age, mom rather fancies her offspring more than his prospective father. Zemeckis takes obvious pleasure in solving not just the technical but also the emotional problems of time travel: how to avoid incest, how to unite your parents in order that you will be born, how to return to the future when both the car and the professor have blown a fuse, and above all how to avoid tampering with history. If this all sounds schematic, it shouldn't: the movie has all the benign good nature of a Frank Capra.
Review by Dave Calhoun The sort of high-wire, playfully enjoyable riff on movies that only Quentin Tarantino could get away with, Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood is a massively fun shaggy-dog story that blends fact and fiction, inserting made-up characters at the heart of real, horrible events (Charles Manson horrible) and then daring history to do its worst. Sitting at the mature, Jackie Brown end of Tarantino’s work, the film is also a love letter to Los Angeles and the film industry, bringing his tongue-in-cheek storytelling together with exquisite craft and killer lead performances from Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio. And yet, it’s still very much a Tarantino film, trading in genuine emotion one minute, unapolegetically silly the next. Tarantino starts with Hollywood in the era of the Manson murders—specifically, the slaying of starlet Sharon Tate and her friends in August 1969—and retells the story on his own terms, first over a few days in February 1969 and then, six months later, over the weekend of the killings. That means we’re spending nearly the whole movie wondering how this director is going to deal with the actual historical tragedy. For the answer to that, you’ll just have to sweat it out. Let’s just say this: Tarantino somehow manages to carve good taste out of bad. Nonfictional characters pop up throughout: the doomed Tate (Margot Robbie), Nixon-era celebrities Steve McQueen (Damian Lewis) and Bruce Lee (Mike Moh), the Manson gang (one of whom is played by
It's the big three-oh for Martin Scorsese's bloody, beloved black-and-white biopic of middleweight boxer Jake LaMotta (De Niro), and the film's ineffable strangeness hasn't diminished. As conceived by director Scorsese and his collaborators, LaMotta is less of a character than a hollowed-out, spiritualist plaything. The church, of course, is cinema: Many have noted LaMotta's affinity to Roberto Rossellini's Saint Francis of Assisi (he does indeed look like a hopped-up fighter monk in the film's incredible title sequence). And you can see Scorsese lovingly aping his boxing-film forebears---Robert Wise's despondent The Set-Up is holy writ for the hallucinatory in-the-ring brawls. But when has a performer as fully and uniquely sacrificed himself to the moving-picture cause as De Niro? He leeches LaMotta of soul and conscience, making him a purely physical creature sculpted in sinew for the glory days, then padded up in lard for the declining years. No makeup assist---De Niro did it all himself with exercise and added calories. It's the human body as special effect, very much of a piece with, yet also a DIY rebuke to, the tent-pole blockbusters that were then asserting themselves in the public consciousness. His transformation has a mysterious purity about it that imitators (say, Christian Bale, who fluctuates masochistically between waist sizes) have never been able to attain.