Tim Eschaton

We can't count the times, restless and strange, we've walked the empty city streets during those nameless hours between midnight and dawn. Ingmar Bergman captured that feeling precisely, in this nightmare sequence from Wild Strawberries. Catch the rest of the movie, as well as 1960's The Virgin Spring, at the Bergman double feature, playing tonight and Thursday at the New Beverly....

Doom hangs over the new Arcade Fire album. A nameless dread, omnipresent and consuming, from the oceans and the skies, by infernal means and by human hands.

According to an article in today's New York Sun, Boll is being sued by the New York Post Co. for trademark infringement. Whither the scuff up?

Daytime joyriding has almost become an oxymoron, but in Hanson's photos even the 405 at 5pm is blissfully free of traffic.