It’s all about Thursdays this week, for no reason but it simply is. So in Manhattan, hit the New York Film Festival. This is a good one. Too many indie great directors to name here, making their next moves. In Miami, take yourself down to the ball park and eat your face off with all those indigenous concession stands. Los Angeles way, find your way to Paths of Glory, a rare chance to see one of Stanley Kubrick’s greatest films, the catalyst to so many epic war films. You can hear the brutality.
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Go Thursday night at 6:15 p.m. precisely to see stellar opening picture of note at the 55th annual New York Film Festival, Walter Reade Theater. The film, Last Flag Flying, stars a Mother Hubbard of a cast, with cameos from Steve Carell, Bryan Cranston, and Laurence Fishburne. Who cares what it’s about? Well, it’s about three dudes who are mourning the death of one of their sons, a victim of the Iraq invasion. But it’s directed by Richard Linklater so it’s both funny as hell and heartbreaking as hell. Oh, and it’s a road trip picture, which we like. Vicarious. If you can’t make it Thursday, the fest also features some standout movies by some of our favorite directors, like Todd Haynes’ Wonderstruck and Woody Allen’s ’50s-set Wonder Wheel, the latter starring the recently resurrected James Belushi, who plays a Coney Island carousel operator. (Belushi killed it in Twin Peaks: The Return, as you astute hotel dwellers know too well.) The festival runs through Oct. 15.
When you think about pro baseball fare, duh, you think of hot dogs and crappy nachos, maybe. This Thursday, taste some of Miami, the real deal, and go see the Miami Marlins take on the Atlanta Braves, not because they are an amazing ball team, but because the foodie vendors at Marlins Park are awesome. Sit back and hope for a home run while eating plantain chips with garlic sauce, lime-and-Florida lobster rolls, and fresh-shucked oysters, among the 100 vendors, many of which lean toward the hometown’s tastes. There’s also ceviche and pressed Cuban sandwiches. It’s madness. The concession stands are endless. So, go. And don’t cry foul. One of the best stadiums for eating your strikeouts away.
This Thursday, go to Santa Monica’s boss Aero Theater to see Stanley Kubrick’s 1957s war flick Paths of Glory. WWI never looked more black-and-white harrowing. (It makes Tom Hanks look like Private Benjamin.) The producer, James Harris, who often collaborated with Kubrick, will be speaking about the fellow who he produced for four films. Learn a little about the art of stoic-passionate cinematography. The film starts at 7:30 p.m. and costs $12.