New York, new legalities
THE federal trial — accusations of funneling foreign donations into US elections — now begins of former Giuliani associate Lev Parnas and co-defendant Andrey Kukushkin. Jurors are asked feelings for or against Rudy or Donald. FOX TV’s banned Rudy and his law license was suspended. He’s probably concerned.
In March, New York State legalized recreational marijuana. Zero happened. In came temp Gov. Kathy Hochul. Shove other problems. She SOS’d our Cannabis Control Board. They’re quickly shaping the program.
Wait. I got more. Ed Mullins,
de Blasio critic, prexy of the 13,000-person Sergeants Benevolent Association, once asked President Trump to “send in the feds” . . . save New York City . . . progressive politicians are putting us “under siege.” The FBI just raided his headquarters and Port Washington home for “alleged suspicions of mail and wire fraud.” Mullins just resigned. He wanted the feds to come in — but probably didn’t have this in mind.
The spy we love
CIVILIZATION loves Daniel Craig leaping, jumping, smacking the villain without losing a cuff link in his new movie. Why? “Because it’s James Bond.”
Precisely what “No Time To Die” is about — who knows. Moviegoers were checking cellphones and some dashed midway to the Ladies. 007 has more wardrobe than Gaga — but no closet. Limitless locations — but no transport. It’s lush.
Plush. Fabulous sets. Expensive. Gorgeous. But whatthehell it’s about — lotsaluck. However, did everyone love it? Of course. It’s James Bond.
Content is queen
THOSE Berkshires are busier than our Broadway. The Mahaiwe just did “Hamilton” Tony-winner Leslie Odom Jr. This weekend premieres “Call Fosse at the Minskoff” (about creating “Sweet Charity”). And coming, Billy Crystal’s incoming musical, “Mr. Saturday Night.” . . . Flo Anthony, Page Six’s first black journalist, has written her fourth black murder mystery, “Last Call for a Deadly Diva.” Publisher Wahida Clark. It’s about billionaire widow Valerie, a renowned gossip columnist with big-time bread, mansions, jewels, lovers, playboys, polo, strippers, criminals, sleaze, lust, danger, death, multimillions, the Hamptons, Monaco, Vegas. And for some reason my name’s mentioned.
Artist to the Max
ABOUT alleged overzealous care of ailing Peter Max, I know not. I only know I love his commemoration of first man on the moon, painting of an entire airplane, Clinton likeness, dozen portraits for my home, personally jazzing up existing glossies of me, recreating my Yorkies for charity, immortalizing the Olympics, designing Halloween masks, Paul McCartney cover, whole Marilyn collection, Sinatra portrait, Fab Four portrait, creating a dish collection, sold art to save California’s redwoods, March of Dimes, did art for the outside of buses, presented President Reagan with an original painting, did benefits for assorted charities, had a film plus Studio 54 gala in his honor, tricked out Patti
LaBelle’s boots, created a postwar Berlin poster, Mayor Ed Koch original, etc., etc., and so on.
Peter Max, I love you.
POST-PANDEMIC inflation is getting worse. Grand prize in this year’s lottery is an all-expensepaid trip to your supermarket.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.