Leos Carax's Holy Motors is another 2012 film giving the 20th century and its cinema a lingering, loving, wistful goodbye kiss.
It's now possible for someone on the bottom of New York society to reach folks on every strata, across the globe. Finding a mate is whole different story, though.
An advocacy group consisting mostly of homeless people is taking it upon itself to locate small pieces of the city for housing that poor New Yorkers can actually afford.
Happily, lots of the people who live in Robert Moses' buildings don't measure power and status the way he did.
How is it that the Bloomberg administration seems to have failed so badly in its efforts to deal with homelessness in New York, and is that even a fair assessment? From the inside, it's hard to tell.
Every Friday night through the weekend, the cafeteria becomes a near-round-the-clock movie theater. Folks bring down their DVDs and vote on which ones to watch first, second or not at all.
An inner-city hustler’s entire life is devoted to either rising above his station or projecting the illusion of same. So when the drug abuse or prison term or unemployability send him into the street, he needs a hiding place.
The story of an accidental screening of Louis Farrakhan's "Saviours Day" video at the Bellevue homeless shelter.
Toronto, a city that is at best an afterthought here in our world capital, has New York City beat, hands-down, in a critical area: soup kitchens.
Experimental filmmaker Bruce Conner cut to the chase.
Each time it seems as if Black Venus couldn't get more graphic, it does. It is affecting and hard to watch.