Restaurateur, philanthropist, master of the skeptical scowl: Bobby De Niro’s passions go well beyond the silver screen.
But with the first reels of this year’s installment of the Tribeca Film Festival rolling tomorrow night—an event that owes the esteemed actor no small debt of gratitude—we’ve found ourselves considering his more theatrical endeavors. And, of course, the sartorial stylings that have gone with them.
Don’t let the greeting card industry fool you—no matter how well-phrased a few rhyming couplets might be, Valentine’s Day is just like any other day.
Which means your date tomorrow night could go any number of ways, including downhill. Or at least into an awkward spiral from which it may or may not recover. It happens to the best of us. So, partly in celebration and partly as a cautionary tale, we present to you:
You can learn a lot from watching Matthew McConaughey’s movies.
How to get lost in 10 days.
What a really unhealthy weight looks like.
The only right way to wear peach pants.
But turns out, you can learn a lot more by just spending a couple hours in a room with the guy. I was fortunate enough to get a front-row seat to the McConaissance (hat tip to anyone who can go from Fool’s Gold to Oscar nominee in the same decade) at a recent taping of Inside the Actors Studio.
American cinephiles rejoice: this weekend the Coen brothers grace us with their 16th feature-length film, Inside Llewyn Davis.
And by all accounts, it promises to be another Coen-riffic masterpiece to add to their already iconic oeuvre—one that gets re-dissected every time a new film pops up. But here’s one thing critics have managed to overlook: the on-screen style. It varies as much as the genres they’ve tackled and warrants as serious consideration as any other facet of their distinctive storytelling. Naturally, we’re correcting that oversight with:
We’ve been anticipating the sequel to Anchorman ever since we heralded the upward trend in stylish movies last summer. And now that two official trailers have just hit the web, we have the visual confirmation. We never thought we’d be this excited by the sight of such egregiously wide ties and wildly luxuriant mustaches, but seeing the gang back in action is indeed a sight for sore eyes. The setting jumps from Nixon-era San Diego to Reagan-era NYC—yes, those are perms—and you can see the styles have shifted as the crew struggles to keep up with the times (luckily, Ron hasn’t lost his affinity for turtlenecks). It’s worth taking a closer look, so...
And while we’ll agree that those are some damn cool shades, we must take exception to such a patently absurd blanket statement. Even if you were to limit it to accessories, it misses the mark when taking stock of history’s most stylish on-screen accoutrements—the watches, the sunglasses, the Stetsons—that over time have become just as iconic as the character who wore them.
Maybe it was a recent karaoke outing, maybe it was ScarJo’s recent reclamation of Esquire’s Sexiest Woman Alive title, maybe it’s just the overwhelming sense of alienation that comes with aging and growing and letting time pass (anyone?), but I recently had an incurable itch to rewatch Lost in Translation. And that’s when it hit me:
Holy shit. It’s been almost exactly 10 years since Lost in Translation came out.