Friday Front: James B Stewart on Stephen A Schwarzman

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On Fifth Avenue, literally.

It’s Friday morning, but there’s not a single tempting movie showing in New York City. That I haven’t already seen, that is. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, I’ve been advised, is mushy and sentimental in a way that its true-life subject would have hated. As for 27 Dresses, which is showing, conveniently, right across the street, no one I know has actually seen it. This leaves No Country For Old Men, which I’m not sure I could sit through. Que faire? Meanwhile:

¶ James B Stewart on Stephen A Schwarzman, in The New Yorker.