Robert De Niro, International Man of (Mild) Mystery By Our Correspondent in an Airport Lounge Where the Wi-Fi Charges by the Minute There is a peculiar kind of diplomatic immunity that celebrities acquire once their faces have been projected onto every screen from Lagos to Lagos—yes, both the Nigerian and Portuguese ones. Robert De Niro…
Glen Powell: The Last American Smile Export in a World That’s Given Up on Grins By Dave’s International Desk of Diminishing Returns If nations traded on charisma futures, Glen Powell would be the bullish commodity every treasury wishes it had shorted five years ago. While Beijing hoards rare-earth metals and Brussels stockpiles bureaucracy, Hollywood has…
Austin Butler: The Last American Boy Scout the World Never Ordered By Our Man in the Cheap Seats, somewhere over Greenland Let us begin with the obvious: the planet did not wake up yesterday screaming for another blue-eyed Californian who can cry on cue. Yet here he is—Austin Butler—hovering above the international dateline in a…
The Sundance Kid Rides Again—This Time on a Private Jet By the time the private-jet fumes had cleared over Park City last January, Robert Redford had already ghosted the Sundance Film Festival he founded. Not with a press release—too gauche—but with a quiet exit via side door, the way you leave a party you started…
In the grand, collapsing opera house we call the 21st-century attention economy, every spotlight eventually swings to the unexpected—tonight, it’s Katherine LaNasa, an actress whose surname sounds like a rogue space agency and whose career trajectory suggests she may actually be piloting our collective subconscious from a soundstage in Burbank. While COP28 delegates argue over…
