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Columbus Circle to Bryant Park
Dag Hammarskjöld Plaza
Sunday, August 28, free, 11:00 am – 3:30 pm

“Free your breasts! Free your mind!” Sunday, August 28, is GoTopless Day, in which women around the world will bare their breasts (and men will wear bikini tops) in celebration of Women’s Equality Day (August 26) and to further protest for gender equality. Parades and rallies are being held all over America; you can find the one closest to you on the BoobMap, but pay attention to local laws so you don’t end up getting fined and/or arrested. Here in New York City, it is legal for anyone and everyone to take their top off as long as the police don’t determine they’re participating in disorderly conduct (which would have to involve more than just marching in a topless parade, asserting one’s rights). People will start gathering at eleven o’clock at West Fifty-Eighth St. between Eighth and Ninth Aves., and the parade will begin at one o’clock, making its way toward Bryant Park. Then, from two to four, the GoTopless Rally for Freedom will take place at Dag Hammarskjöld Plaza at Second Ave. and Forty-Seventh St., where you can keep it off for topless pride. “As long as men are allowed to be topless in public, women should have the same constitutional right. Or else, men should have to wear something to hide their chests,” explains Maitreya Rael, the French singer-songwriter, race-car driver, and founder of who also leads the Raelian Movement, which believes in atheistic intelligent design, claiming that all forms of life on Earth were created by scientists from another planet. There’s no information on whether the extraterrestrial scientists, including the one Rael met in December 1973, were topless or not.


Nanni Moretti and Buy play siblings dealing with an ailing mother in MIA MADRE

Writer-director Nanni Moretti and Margherita Buy play siblings dealing with an ailing mother in MIA MADRE

MIA MADRE (MY MOTHER) (Nanni Moretti, 2015)
Angelika Film Center, 18 West Houston St. at Mercer St., 212-995-2570
Lincoln Plaza Cinema, 1886 Broadway between 62nd & 63rd Sts., 212-757-2280
Opens Friday, August 26

Several times throughout Nanni Moretti’s semiautobiographical Mia Madre, film director Margherita (Margherita Buy) says, “The actor must be next to the character.” It’s a line that Moretti, the Italian writer, director, and actor behind such international successes as Caro Diario and Palme d’Or winner The Son’s Room, has said that he uses all the time. It’s a concept that lies at the heart of Moretti’s latest, brilliantly intimate work, inspired by his own career and the death of his mother. Buy was named Best Actress at Cannes for her intense performance as Margherita, a divorced mother who is having difficulty balancing fiction and reality. She is making a film about an employee uprising at a factory run by a coldhearted boss, played by self-obsessed Italian American actor Barry Huggins (John Turturro), who keeps forgetting his lines and claims to have worked with Stanley Kubrick. Margherita is shuttling back and forth between the film shoot and the hospital, where her mother, Ada (Giulia Lazzarini), is slowly fading. A former teacher, Ada lights up only when discussing Latin with her granddaughter, Livia (Beatrice Mancini), Margherita’s teenage daughter, while Margherita has a difficult time communicating with both of them as well as with her ex-boyfriend, Vittorio (Enrico Ianniello), an actor in her movie. And Margherita’s brother, Giovanni (Moretti), has taken a leave of absence from his job in order to help take care of their mother. Margherita drifts in and out of what is real as imagined scenarios play out in her mind, but it is not always immediately clear what is happening in the film and what is happening in the film-within-a-film, with an additional layer of uncertainty because Moretti himself is often onscreen, further blurring the distinction of life versus cinema.

John Turturro is a problematic actor in

John Turturro is a problematic actor in Nanni Moretti’s MIA MADRE

Winner of the Ecumenical Jury Prize at Cannes, Mia Madre continues Moretti’s masterful exploration of the human condition through deeply personal narratives, even if they’re not fully autobiographical. Buy (A Five Star Life, Moretti’s We Have a Pope and The Caiman), who has won seven David di Donatello Awards (including a Best Actress trophy for Mia Madre) and has been nominated for another nine, is spellbinding as Margherita, carrying the complex film with her every look and gesture. It’s a dazzling, bravura performance, charged with powerful, raw emotion. Turturro (Barton Fink, The Big Lebowski, Passione) has a ball as the cranky ugly American who is not about to publicly admit his failings. Moretti, who wrote the script with Francesco Piccolo and Valia Santella, serves as a steady, calming influence as Giovanni, a soft-spoken man who understands the situation and always knows the right thing to do, which is not true of his sister. Mia Madre is a mesmerizing examination of family, grief, connection, and the very act of creation itself, in all its many forms and possibilities.



Myla (Naruna Kaplan de Macedo) and Ronnie (Alon Aboutboul) go on a road trip exploring regret and the past in IS THAT YOU?

IS THAT YOU? (Dani Menkin, 2014)
Cinema Village
22 East 12th St. between University Pl. & Fifth Ave.
Opens Friday, August 26

In Dani Menkin’s Is That You?, young film student Myla (Naruna Kaplan de Macedo) is making a documentary, asking strangers what they regret. If she asked me, I might just have told her that I regret having watched Is That You? Nominated for an Israeli Academy Award for Best Picture and winner of Best Indie Film, Dani Menkin’s Is That You? is a convoluted road-trip movie that manipulates its paper-thin plot until almost none of it makes sense. Israeli film, television, and stage favorite Alon Aboutboul (London Has Fallen, The Dark Knight Rises) stars as Ronnie, an outdated analog man in an ever-more-digital world. After losing his job as a projectionist in an Israeli art house, Ronnie heads to the States, determined to find his lost love, Rachel, who he has not seen in nearly forty years. He picks up an old used car (no fancy new styles for him) from his brother, Jacob (Rani Bleier), and sets out on his mission. The lemon soon breaks down, and Ronnie is offered help by Myla, whose film is called The Road Not Taken. Moved by Ronnie’s story, Myla joins him on his journey, taking her brother’s SUV, without permission. As Ronnie and Myla try to track down Rachel, who can’t seem to settle down in one place for very long, they stop along the way so Myla can interview people on the street and in their homes, getting them to share what they would change in their lives if they could. But the hardest person to get to open up is Ronnie himself.

Myla (Naruna De-Macedo Kaplan) and Ronnie (Alon Aboutboul) reach another fork in the road in IS THAT YOU?

Myla (Naruna Kaplan de Macedo) and Ronnie (Alon Aboutboul) reach another fork in the road in IS THAT YOU?

Is That You? is a narrative mess from the start, as Menkin (39 Pounds of Love, Dolphin Boy) keeps trying to force square pegs into round holes; if a plot development doesn’t quite work, he forges ahead anyway, leaving viewers scratching their head in disbelief. Aboutboul (Out of the Blue, One of Us) is a wonderful actor, but Ronnie is just too dour and withdrawn, too uncommunicative, while Kaplan de Macedo, a real-life documentary filmmaker in her acting debut and a dead ringer for Zooey Deschanel, is fun to watch, although her character is overly quirky. Even the opening credits are a disappointment; Menkin uses the font associated with Woody Allen films, but there’s nothing in Is That You? that shares any of the wit and intelligence in even the Woodman’s lesser works. There are some interesting ideas in the film, but it probably would have worked better as a short instead of an eighty-three-minute feature. Is That You? opens August 26 at Cinema Village, with Menkin, Aboutboul, and other members of the cast and crew participating in several Q&As over the weekend.


beach sessions

Who: Rashaun Mitchell + Silas Riener, Netta Yerushalmy
What: Beach Sessions Dance Series
Where: On the sand at Beach 86, Rockaway Beach
When: Saturday, August 27, free, 6:30
Why: Now in its second year, Beach Sessions Dance Series, begun in 2015 by Sasha Okshteyn via a Kickstarter campaign, got under way last weekend with performances by Laurie Berg and BOOMERANG and concludes August 27 at 6:30 with a shared bill featuring Rashaun Mitchell + Silas Riener and Netta Yerushalmy. Former Cunningham dancers Mitchell and Riener will present the premiere of a new piece, while the Israel-trained, New York City-based Yerushalmy has scheduled “traces, residues, new old horizons; a byproduct of my current project ​Paramodernities.” Beach Sessions is a labor of love for Okshteyn, who is the digital marketing manager and tour coordinator for Stephen Petronio Company and a curator for Black & White Gallery/Project Space in Brooklyn. The performances, held on an outdoor stage on the sand with the Atlantic Ocean as a backdrop, will be followed by a beach cleanup hosted by the Surfrider Foundation. If you participate in the cleanup, you’ll get a free drink ticket for the after-party at event sponsor Rockaway Brewery + Co. at 415 Beach 72nd St. and Amstel Blvd.



Soria Zéroual makes a moving debut in Philippe Faucon’s César-winning FATIMA

FATIMA (Philippe Faucon, 2015)
Film Society of Lincoln Center, Elinor Bunin Munroe Film Center, Howard Gilman Theater
144 West 65th St. between Eighth Ave. & Broadway
Opens Friday, August 26

Inspired by Fatima Elayoubi’s Prayer to the Moon, a collection of writings by a Moroccan woman trying to make a new life for herself and her family in France, Philippe Faucon’s Fatima is a tender, poignant look at the immigrant experience in the twenty-first century. In her film debut, nonprofessional actress Soria Zéroual, who was discovered after a massive talent search, stars as Fatima, a traditional woman raising two daughters in a small Muslim community in France. While her children, Nesrine (Zita Hanrot), who is starting pre-med, and Souad (Kenza-Noah Aïche), a typical disenchanted teenager who prefers hanging out with her friends and flirting with boys rather than studying, speak French and dress in contemporary styles, Fatima converses primarily in Arabic and wears a head scarf. Her ex-husband (Chawki Amari) has remarried, so she has taken on the primary responsibility of raising the kids, working several jobs as a cleaning woman in order to make money to improve their lives and offer them every possibility they deserve. On the surface, Fatima is simple and plain, struggling to communicate with her daughters, her employers, and her doctors. “If my daughter’s a success, my happiness is content,” she tells Nesrine. “You drive me so mad I could go out without a head scarf,” she says to Souad. But Fatima slowly begins revealing that there is much more to her when she picks up a pen and starts sharing her deepest thoughts in a notebook, writing poetry, letters, and short pieces about her life.


Fatima (Soria Zéroual) will do whatever it takes to make a better life for her daughters in French drama

Winner of Best Film, Best Adapted Screenplay, and Most Promising Actress (Hanrot) at the 2016 César Awards, Fatima is a beautifully made drama, written, directed, and produced (with Serge Noël) by Faucon, warmly photographed by Laurent Fenart, and edited with a soft gentleness by Sophie Mandonnet. Faucon (L’Amour, Samia), whose grandparents came from North Africa, maintains a patient, naturalistic pace throughout, centered by Zéroual’s sweetly innocent César-nominated performance, as Fatima faces racism from the French and shame from her fellow Muslims. She is a mother who would do anything for her children but is stuck in a world that traps and confines her, limiting her options, some of which Zéroual, who was cleaning banks when she auditioned for the role, has experienced herself. Hanrot excels as Nesrine, a young woman who is nervous about her future, while Souad wonderfully captures the angst and ennui of the rebellious teenager who loves her mother but wants to break free of old-fashioned traditions and outdated social mores. Although the film is not overtly political, it is clearly making a point, one that takes on ever-more-urgent meaning in the postcolonial age of Trump and Le Pen, when immigration, particularly concerning Muslims, is under attack every day.


Vincent van Gogh, Street in Auvers-sur-Oise, oil on canvas, 1890 (Ateneum Art Museum, Finnish National Gallery, Helsinki, Collection Antell)

Vincent van Gogh, “Street in Auvers-sur-Oise,” oil on canvas, 1890 (Ateneum Art Museum, Finnish National Gallery, Helsinki, Collection Antell)

The Met Breuer
945 Madison Ave. at 75th St.
Tuesday - Sunday through September 4, suggested admission $12-$25

In Mr. Turner, Mike Leigh’s 2014 biopic about British artist J. M. W. Turner, the controversial landscape painter (played with a splendid curmudgeonly gruffness by Timothy Spall) examines a canvas of his hanging at the Royal Academy, approaches it with his brush, and dabs on one last bit of color, as if adding a period to complete the painting. But what really determines whether a work of art is finished? That is the question asked by the Met Breuer in its inaugural exhibition, “Unfinished: Thoughts Left Visible.” The show, which features nearly two hundred paintings, drawings, and sculptures, explores various aspects of completion while referencing the Met’s takeover of Marcel Breuer’s building, originally built for the Whitney, which recently moved to its new home in the Meatpacking District. (At the very least, the downstairs of the Met Breuer has not been finished.) “A work is complete if in it the master’s intentions have been realized,” Rembrandt said. However, Pablo Picasso asserted, “To finish a picture? What nonsense! To finish it means to be through with it, to kill it, to rid it of its soul.” The exhibition, spread across two floors, includes several canvases by Rembrandt and Picasso as well as works by Titian, Pollock, Velázquez, Monet, Homer, Whistler, Friedrich, Hesse, Gericault, Ruscha, Bourgeois, Cézanne, Sargent, Matisse, Szapocznikow, Tuymans, Richter, Johns, Twombly, Dumas, and many others, from the Renaissance to the present, a fascinating journey into the creative process. But the majority of the pieces on view — divided into such sections as “The Infinite: Art Out of Bounds,” “To Be Determined: Painting in Process,” and “Decay, Dwindle, Decline” — are not immediately identifiable as being incomplete, especially given curators Andrea Bayer, Kelly Baum, and Nicholas Cullinan’s wide employment of the concept of “unfinished.”

Janine Antoni, Lick and Lather, chocolate and soap, 1993-94 (collection of Jill and Peter Kraus)

Janine Antoni, “Lick and Lather,” chocolate and soap, 1993-94 (collection of Jill and Peter Kraus)

Edouard Manet kept repainting the face of “Madame Edouard Manet” and eventually gave up, not satisfied with the results. James Tissot’s “Orphan” etching was made from a painting that is now lost. Elizabeth Peyton’s “Napoleon (After Louis David, Le General Bonaparte vers 1797)” was based on an unfinished portrait by Jacques Louis David. Lucian Freud continually reworked the face in a 2002 self-portrait with oil paint, leaving the rest of the canvas as a charcoal sketch. Gustave Courbet chose not to give definition to his visage in “The Homecoming.” Alberto Giacometti made significant changes to “Annette” after it was first shown publicly. Edvard Munch’s “Self-Portrait with Wounded Eye” is an unsigned piece that mirrors the vision problem the artist was suffering from. Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s “The Dirty Bride or The Wedding of Mopsus and Nisa” was a design for a woodcut. Gustav Klimt’s “Posthumous Portrait of Ria Munk III” was commissioned half a dozen years after the subject committed suicide, and then Klimt died before it was complete. Janine Antoni licked and washed with the two busts of “Lick and Lather,” but the materials she used (chocolate and soap) will eventually disintegrate on their own. It is not known why Albrecht Dürer did not finish “Salvator Mundi” after he fled Nuremberg for Venice and later returned. Camille Corot’s “Boatman among the Reeds,” a finished work, looks unfinished when seen from up close; one critic noted, “When you come to a Corot, it is better not to get too close. Nothing is finished, nothing is carried through. . . . Keep your distance.” Meanwhile, X-radiographs have revealed an earlier state underneath Corot’s signed “Sibylle.” Vincent van Gogh committed suicide before completing “Street in Auvers-sur-Oise.” Edgar Degas reworked the 1866 “Scene from the Steeplechase: The Fallen Jockey” in 1880-81 and again around 1897; the artist reportedly said to Katherine Cassat, mother of Mary Cassat, “It is one of those works which are sold after a man’s death and artists buy them not caring whether they are finished or not.” Indeed, the nature of death, the ultimate finality, hovers over many of the works. “The painting raises fundamental questions regarding the transitional nature of the moment of death and the inherent ‘unfinishedness’ of human life,” the wall label says about Ferdinand Hodler’s “Valentine Godé — Darel on Her Deathbed,” a poignant oil depicting the Swiss artist’s ailing lover.

Rough Sea

Joseph Mallord William Turner, “Rough Sea,” oil on canvas, ca. 1840-45 (Tate: Accepted by the nation as part of the Turner Bequest 1856)

The centerpiece of the show is a side room — missed by many museumgoers — that contains five glorious later canvases by Joseph Mallard William Turner, abstract seascapes and landscapes painted between 1835 and 1845. Pre-Impressionist, they seem to stand at a sort of gateway to the modern and a transition between earlier ideas of “unfinished” related to product and later notions associated with process. There are few definable objects in the works — “Margate (?), from the Sea,” “The Thames above Waterloo Bridge,” “Rough Sea,” “Sun Setting over a Lake,” and “Sunset from the Top of the Rigi” — and there is debate over whether they are non finito (intentionally unfinished), never completed for various reasons, or in fact finished paintings. Given the experimental nature of the glowing canvases, it wouldn’t have surprised me if Spall walked into the room, carefully surveyed the canvases, then added a dab of paint here, a splotch of color there. It also makes one question whether it even matters if a work is finished or not; without knowing any of the background behind these five Turner paintings, you’d be hard-pressed to consider them unfinished; Turner’s magnificent use of light and color and exquisite brushwork take your breath away, filling every bit of you with emotion, leaving nothing untouched, even if, to Turner, they were not done. As Barnett Newman said, “The idea of a ‘finished’ picture is a fiction.”

The exhibition finishes September 4; be sure to also check out Tatsuo Miyajima’s first-floor installation, “Arrow of Time (Unfinished Life),” which was specially commissioned as a companion piece for the show; it consists of approximately 250 red, numeric LEDs hanging from the ceiling, counting down from nine to one over and over at different intervals, an endless cycle evoking life, death, and rebirth. Miyajima named the piece after Sir Arthur Stanley Eddington’s theory concerning thermodynamics and entropy and was inspired by the Buddhist notion of samsara, which fits right in with the theme of the Breuer’s first major exhibit.


Sarah (Shauna Macdonald) searches for a way out in THE DESCENT

Sarah (Shauna Macdonald) searches for a way out in THE DESCENT

THE DESCENT (Neil Marshall, 2006)
Nitehawk Cinema
136 Metropolitan Ave. between Berry St. & Wythe Ave.
Friday, August 26, 12:10 am

Ostensibly a female Deliverance gone underground, Neil Marshall’s The Descent is a piss-poor piece of putrefaction. A year after Sarah (Shauna Macdonald) loses her husband and daughter in a terrible car accident, an adventurous group of friends go spelunking in the Appalachians (though the film was actually shot in England, at Pinewood Studios). But Juno (Natalie Mendoza) has pulled a fast one; instead of the well-traversed caves they thought they were going to, Juno has taken them to unexplored territory, where lying in wait for them are fast-moving mutant Gollums with hardy appetites. There is actually one genuine scare, but everything else is manipulatively mundane and morbidly mangled. Inexplicably, The Descent was a hit in its home country, garnering a handful of British film awards and nominations, and there was even a sequel made in 2009. Oh, and by the way, what ever became of the child’s laughter? The Descent is being shown August 26 at 12:10 am as part of the Nitehawk Cinema series “Nitehawk Midnite Screenings” and “Hot Horror,” but you must have something better to do with your time than descend into this disappointing maelstrom.