The Tribeca Rooftop

I thought, ‘I can’t believe it’s Friday already.’ Then I realized that it’s not Friday. Better yet, I took Friday off. So I’m cleaning up my apartment, swilling Red Stripe, and filling you in on day two of the Tribeca Film Festival....

Documentary

I woke from a fitful sleep to the sound of grinding metal. A mere 150 feet across the street at precisely the elevation of my bedroom window, workmen are cutting, hammering, welding and power-sanding the immense iron structure supporting the huge wooden barrel that...

My “Evening With Kevin Smith”

New York is shrouded in fog this morning. It is cloud city. The buildings have all but disappeared. The Hudson ends midchannel. New Jersey is a curtain of white. Still, for all its appearences of floating in space, I couldn’t help but feel grounded in cement as...