In their own act of civil disobedience, someone at CBOT made personal use of an office copier and ignored littering laws to fling flyers out the window which read “We Are the 1% Paying For This.” more ›

Gothamist is interested in adding more long-form non-fiction features to our websites. Last month, we premiered the results of our first call for features, "Confessions of a 'Rape Cop' Juror", on our New York site. We are happy with the results: Sales have been good, the feature and writer were covered on numerous blogs and newspapers (even on TV), and we learned a lot about how to publish e-books. more ›

Cannes loves Apichatpong Weerasethakul. His first feature, 2002's Blissfully Yours, snagged the Un Certain Regard trophy, which recognizes young talent and innovation. Two years later his second film, Tropical Malady, became the first Thai film in competition at the festival and emerged with a special Jury Prize. Finally, his mesmerizing Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives won last year's Palme d'Or. All he needs is the Grand Prix to hit for the cycle at the world's most prestigious film festival and put the cherry on top of a mountain of critical accolades, but the Eurpoean cognoscenti aren't the only ones who love Weerasethakul. There's more than enough for him here in Chicago, where he is known simply as "Joe." more ›

If you like your summer entertainment light, campy and frequently hilarious, you’ve probably already bought your tickets for It Came From The Neo-Futurarium VI: Curse of The Neo-Futurarium. In case you haven’t or (gasp!) missed the first V years, the Neo-Futurists’ summer tradition dredges pop culture memories from childhood, younger adulthood and your history books every Thursday night, reading scripts from movies and TV shows whose original, sincere impulses have been diminished by midnight screenings and years of ridicule. more ›

When Chicagoist was little, we remember catching glimpses of softcore porn on Cinemax when no one was looking. We watched wide-eyed, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. We also remember as girls, learning much from late-night OnTV, keeping the sound turned down and the giggles to a minimum. more ›

Though it makes the rest of the Chicago International Film Festival seem sort of anti-climactic, awards were handed out last week to some of the festival films. The big winner of the Gold Hugo for best film? My Nikifor/Moj Nikifor from Poland. Paczkis for everybody! The film won the award, in part, because of a “cinematographic form that creates a dialogue between art and compassion.” We bet that dialogue contains a lot of words like... more ›