A new exhibition at the Queens Museum of Art juxtaposes drawings by Stephen Talasnik with its New York panorama, which has long inspired Mr. Talasnik’s work.
Jan Lievens, the subject of an interesting exhibition at the National Gallery of Art, is not a household name now, but in his time he was famous for his portraits and his religious and history paintings.
In “My Name Is Bruce,” a silly horror comedy that only a cultist could love, Bruce Campbell, the star of countless B-movie thrillers, mercilessly spoofs himself.
The cliché that the very best always sells will be tested on Thursday in New York at Sotheby’s sale “Important French Furniture, Decorations, Ceramics, Silver and Carpets.”
In what is shaping up to be a subdued art season, the annual International Fine Print Dealers Association Print Fair at the Park Avenue Armory is a reassuring presence.
MoMA’s first site-specific commission for the atrium is “Pour Your Body Out (7354 Cubic Meters),” a video, sound and sculptural installation by Pipilotti Rist.
“Joan Miró: Painting and Anti-Painting 1927-1937” is an absorbing, invigorating and — Miró would be mortified — beautiful show at the Museum of Modern Art.
“Zack and Miri Make a Porno,” in spite of its lewdness, follows a gee-whiz romantic-comedy formula that would not be out of place on the Disney Channel.
“Play On!,” the 31st edition of the Big Apple Circus, performed under its little big top in Damrosch Park at Lincoln Center, shining a spotlight on the music essential to the spectacle.
“Brotherhood,” which begins its third exceptional season on Sunday, is yet another Showtime drama featuring main characters who rationalize self-interest as altruism.
Trace Cyrus and Mason Musso of Metro Station sang peppy songs about barely legal sex to squealing young girls, many with parents in tow, at the Nokia Theater on Wednesday.
The Italian jazz pianist Enrico Pieranunzi, who is usually known for his good taste and good experience, gave a dull performance on Wednesday night at Birdland.
Daniel Bernard Roumain’s overcrowded score, performed at the Brooklyn Academy of Music on Wednesday, involved Abraham Lincoln, Charles Darwin and the Haitian singer Emeline Michel.
The Minneapolis Institute of Arts has returned a painting by Fernand Léger to the heirs of a French art collector after the museum concluded that the painting had been stolen by the Nazis during World War II.
David Rockwell, whose Rockwell Group has designed sets for Broadway shows including “Hairspray” and “Legally Blonde,” has signed on as set designer for the next Academy Awards show.
“Black Watch,” Gregory Burke’s play about a Scottish Army regiment’s perspective on the war in Iraq, has extended performances through Dec. 21 at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Dumbo, Brooklyn.
Le Poisson Rouge is following in the path of places like Joe’s Pub in the East Village and Barbès in Park Slope, clubs that mix classical and contemporary fare.
While Feliciano dos Santos, one of southern Africa’s leading musicians, sings about love and sorrow, he is better known for songs of a more peculiar sort.
A tribute to Tim Russert, the NBC newsman and who died on June 13, is to be held from 12:30 to 2 p.m. on Tuesday at St. Peter’s Church at Citigroup Center, Lexington Avenue at 54th Street.
On Wednesday night at John Ryan Theater in Brooklyn, the second gala in the Wave Rising Series showcased the six companies that will perform through this weekend.
Tami Stronach’s “But it’s for you,” which had its premiere on Thursday at Danspace Project in St. Mark’s Church, depicts the grim, obsessive end stages of love.
The latest and least of the “Saw” films is just plain boring and even a little tame — albeit by the standards of a genre that helped bring the phrase “torture porn” into the lexicon.
Onstage, Lynda Carter, who opened a one-week engagement at Feinstein’s at Loews Regency on Tuesday, blends the confidence of a beauty queen with the attitude of a blues singer.
“Passengers” is a supernatural thriller so mechanically inept and lacking in suspense that it doesn’t even pass muster as lowbrow Halloween-ready entertainment.
RoseAnne Spradlin’s newest work, “Blue Liz,” shown on Thursday night at the Kitchen, finds its spark in Warhol’s 1963 painting “Blue Liz as Cleopatra.”
The director Steven Soderbergh, whose body of work includes the films “Schizopolis,” “Kafka” and “Ocean’s Thirteen,” is planning to make a rock ’n’ roll musical about Cleopatra.
Frustrated by what they describe as difficulty in getting their work produced, some female playwrights will air their grievances with New York theater representatives on Monday.
Dr Pepper announced earlier this year that it would give a free soda to everyone in the United States if the Guns N’ Roses album “Chinese Democracy” came out. Now, the beverage company will have to drink its words.
The once-foundering CW Network is offering a few indications this fall that it may have found a key to survival: high school kids in expensive clothes.
“D. L. Hughley Breaks the News,” which has its premiere Saturday on CNN, represents the channel’s belated (and risky) entry into the genre of news delivered with a satirical smile.
American Ballet Theater danced Jiri Kylian’s dreary “Overgrown Path” with the kind of bleak intensity and restrained anguish that it is all about at Thursday night’s company premiere.
The conductor David Robertson, a regular guest of the New York Philharmonic, led the orchestra through works by Brahms, Mozart and Bartok on Thursday night.
To say that Charlie Kaufman’s “Synecdoche, New York” is one of the best films of the year is such a pathetic response to its soaring ambition that I might as well pack it in right now.
At the Cleveland Museum of Art, extravagant examples of the use of flora and fauna in the designs of brooches, cigarette cases, silver centerpieces and clocks are on display.
In her ridiculous new novel, Diane Johnson attempts to use the war on terror as a backdrop for a social comedy about a clueless young American woman named Lulu.
There are some eerie parallels between Pompeii’s frozen-in-time culture of excess and our own staggering economy as evidenced in a show at the National Gallery.
“The Philippe de Montebello Years” at the Metropolitan Museum, a tribute to the museum’s director at the end of his tenure, catches a monumental institution at a moment of major change.
The artists’ colony Yaddo, which is the subject of an absorbing new exhibition at the New York Public Library, has always had an unreal, Gatsbylike quality.
You learn little by way of hard facts about the adored French soccer star and famous head-butter Zinédine Zidane in the formalist exercise that bears his name.
An oil painting by El Greco once owned by the ousted Philippine president Ferdinand E. Marcos and his wife, Imelda, has been acquired by the Alexander S. Onassis Foundation.
A brush fire that began early Thursday morning in Los Angeles came within a few miles of the Getty Center and J. Paul Getty Museum before it was brought under control by firefighters.
If you’ve recently found yourself feeling upbeat and optimistic about life, Morrissey may soon put a stop to that: he has announced that he is working on his memoirs.
On Monday, the F.B.I. raided the home of a 19-year-old who had been bragging in Internet posts about hacking into the MySpace account of the Disney Channel star Miley Cyrus.