This Week in the Voice
Oh yuk, another hot dog joint. And four dollars for a frank? But Robert Sietsema, who knows his stuff, says Bark Hot Dogs in Park Slope is worth it.
"Throwin' up money like we mad at the ceiling" is pretty good, but Rob Harvilla says "I got more check than a Czechoslavian" from Gucci Mane's The Cold War "cracked [me] up about 300 times this past week just thinking about" it.
Lessons from this week's Educational Supplement: What happens to worthy causes when the schools crack down on bake sales; How Columbia astronomy students and professors react to the school's light blight; The effect of education cutbacks on teachers and their classrooms; and how a computer game helps teachers gauge their students' mental health.
You read a lot in the papers about corruption and malfeasance in city government, but somehow none of it sticks to Mayor Bloomberg. Think it has anything to do with the way the press covers him? Tom Robbins does.
Recall with J. Hoberman when cinema was cinema -- specifically 1962, when a newspaper strike pre-empted the New York Film Critics Awards. BAMcinematek retros the contenders, including still-counterintuitive Andrew Sarris faves like The Chapman Report.
Can a hot director make Brighton Beach Memoirs something more than a gagfest? Michael Feingold finds David Cromer has "acidified" the Neil Simon play's "feel-good glow" to good effect. Also: two "competently produced offerings" from Roundabout, After Miss Julie and Ordinary Days.
Caragh Thuring "dissects" paintings; Muntean and Rosenblum paintings are "conceptually inclined." Justine Kurland takes pictures of hobos. All are worth your while, finds Daniel Kunitz.
Michael Musto asks Jane Lynch the questions you would ask if you had the balls ("Is Sue on Glee a lesbian?"). Then he takes in Funkshion Fashion Week in South Beach, Purgatorio in Times Square, a couple plays and a press conference. Nice life!
Music critic (Rob Harvilla) reads Bill Simmons sports book (Book of Basketball). The result is more fun than a barrel of deconstructionists, even/especially when "the stripper/pop-culture stuff reaches its simultaneous apex and nadir."