Tom Scocca: OK, so my September copy of Glamour arrived the other day. READ MORE

Last night, at Castle Clinton, I saw a bit of John Kelly performing as Joni Mitchell, a trick he rarely does these days. This weekend, I am thinking about attending an exhibition called "Maurizio Cattelan is Dead: Life and Work, 1960 – 2009," a fake retrospective exhibition of a non-deceased conceptual artist. And this week I went to see Julie and Julia, a movie about a sad young girl desperately casting about among substantial, acclaimed, meaningful figures of the past for a structure to lend meaning to her meaningless, inward-looking, self-obsessed, awful, drab, over-analyzed life. READ MORE

Last night's Sony screening of "Julie and Julia," at the Lincoln Square movie theater, was bananas. It was more like a Woody Allen opening on the Upper West Side, and you know what that is like. People were waiting downstairs in an extraordinary wrap-around-the-lobby-press-line-poor New York Times critic Stephen Holden showed up not at all early and actually did a double take between the press tickets table and the end of the line. (To his credit, he hopped on the back of the line.) There were even people in the line who had been turned away from the last big-theater pre-screening. This screening looked a lot like the one, held in the same theater, for King Kong-a crazy rush of anticipation. Why? Could it perhaps have been... all the pre-press? READ MORE