It is a typically frantic morning in New York’s theater district, where this evening John Turturro will pay tribute of sorts to two collaborators past: Woody Allen, for whom he played a writer in Hannah and Her Sisters, and Ethan Coen, who cast the Brooklyn native in movies including Barton Fink, Miller’s Crossing, The Big Lebowski and O Brother, Where Art Thou. Yet Turturro will never take the stage.
The 19,000 people crowded into San Jose, CA's HP Pavilion Wednesday night for Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band's kickoff to the Working on a Dream tour provided a snapshot of a generation.
Many had Blackberries and receding hairlines; some sported gray ponytails; a few brought their teenagers along. But the minute the music started, none of that mattered, because Bruce and his band… well, you already know that they can rock. What you might not realize, until you see them live, is just how fresh their energy is, and how relevant Springsteen's music remains.
The Oscars have arrived, and with them the inevitable slew of so-called expert predictions. And though I find myself naturally curious, I must admit that my anticipation of Sunday evening’s ceremony has been subdued by lingering disappointment with some of the nominations. Put simply, my heart’s not entirely in it.
WALL*E should have been earned a nomination for best picture, as should The Wrestler. (A win for either would have suited me just fine.) Woody Allen’s strongest contribution in years was largely overlooked. And Bruce Springsteen, in the midst of a creative surge as strong as any in his career, managed to write a song for a movie (again, The Wrestler) without so much as a hint of recognition. Go figure.