At some point or another — for better or for worse — we’ve all felt like George Costanza.
Adam Sandler’s career is continuing in its downward spiral.
The largest art gift in the history of the Art Institute of Chicago has been donated to the museum by Stefan Edlis, a Vienna-born Jewish industrialist and art collector, and his wife Gael Neeson.
Once in a blue moon, there comes a celebrity story so perfect in its absurdity that it feels like a gift from TMZ heaven. The epic tale of Mila Kunis and the mystery of the 25-year-old Ukrainian chicken theft falls into that category.
Age, fashion and wisdom fuel the late great filmmaker Albert Maysles’ documentary, “Iris,” a loving homage to Iris Apfel, the inimitable 94-year-old empress of style and chutzpah. Philosophically embellishing the subtext of fighting the clock while continuing to astound and surprise, Iris Apfel — in a sequence in which she is stacking so much jewelry shoulder to wrists that not a smidgen of skin can be seen — dishes a geyser of advice and credits her sense of style to her mother who “worshipped at the altar of accessories.”