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Like ‘rotten flesh’? Thousands rush to whiff double corpse flower at Huntington
The Huntington’s long-awaited stink has arrived. Two corpse flowers nicknamed Odora and Odorysseus have bloomed at the San Marino conservatory, drawing thousands for the rare occasion and quickly surpassing last year’s numbers.
Corpse flowers have been a staple of the Huntington since 1999, when the garden exhibited its first corpse flower. Native to Sumatra, Indonesia, these plants are endangered in the wild and only bloom for 24 to 48 hours every few years. Once bloomed, they reek of rotting flesh.
As the day goes on, these smelly specimens will close back up and collapse, losing their infamously rotten odor.
The double bloom this summer was “definitely a surprise,” said Brandon Tam, the Huntington’s associate curator of orchids. The last time multiple corpse flowers bloomed on the same day at the Huntington was in 2018.
“We knew that Odorysseus was going to bloom probably Sunday,” Tam said. “But what surprised us was that we saw that Odora was opening just a few hours after.”
As an “inflorescence” — a plant structure containing hundreds of male and female flowers at the base — the plant usually staggers its bloom to avoid self-pollination.
A developmental irregularity caused Odora’s spadix to cave in, but the plant remains healthy, said Brandon Tam, the associate curator of orchids at the Huntington.
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Jaime Holmes from San Gabriel holds her nose in front of the blooming corpse flowers.
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But sometimes, “these plants have a mind of their own,” Tam said.
Climate factors can influence when they bloom. Tam said Southern California’s recent high humidity may have signaled a prime environment for the plants to unfurl.
Visitors may have noticed that Odorysseus’ spadix — the conic protrusion emerging upward from the plant — was much taller than Odora’s, which had caved in. Tam said Odora’s spadix was a developmental irregularity, but emphasized the plant remains healthy.
“It just looks a little different — completely normal,” Tam said. “When it reblooms for us in three to four years, it’ll look just perfectly fine.”
At the time of the bloom, Odorysseus measured 71 inches in height, and Odora measured 41.
As of 8:51 a.m., the Huntington recorded over 5,700 reservations, said Keisha Raines, the Huntington’s assistant director of news and media relations. That number easily surpassed last year’s bloom, which drew about 4,900 visitors. It also excludes walk-ins and any more reservations made throughout the day.
Parking lots quickly filled inside the Huntington, forcing some visitors to park on the streets outside.
Raines thinks the rare double bloom influenced the spike in reservations. She also believes general awareness of the corpse flower increases each summer.
“It’s kind of lore,” Raines said. “It’s just continuing to build, and more people want to see it.”
Inside the conservatory, eager sniffers took selfies and marveled at the plants’ size and smell. Outside, the line ran all throughout the walkways, extending past the exit.
Ventura resident Michelle Shock and her 8-year-old daughter, Fable, initially came to the Huntington for a tea party at the Rose Garden, and dressed for the part in light-colored, semi-formal dresses. They scheduled the party two weeks ago and got lucky when they heard the corpse flowers were in bloom on the same day.
“I’ve always wanted to see one,” Shock said while waiting in line. “I think the last time I knew of one blooming was when I was pregnant with her. We were up in the Bay, and I missed it. So here we are now, together, which is better.”
Gastonia Goodman, 72, peers through the window at the blooming corpse flowers.
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Fable predicted the plants would smell like “rotten flesh from Minecraft.” Shock guessed they’d smell like forgotten meat in a broken freezer or animal remains on a farm.
For spouses Jennifer Kraus and Abigail Cruz, the plants smelled like rotten garbage.
“It was pretty ripe,” Kraus said. “Totally enjoyed it though.”
The couple drove two hours from the Inland Empire to catch the bloom, which had been on Cruz’s bucket list.
“The minute that we saw it on Facebook, [Kraus] started following it and making sure that we’re here when it had bloomed,” Cruz said.
They were among the first to arrive, so the wait was short. “We were here at o-dark-30 this morning, ready to go,” Kraus said.
North Hollywood resident Lilla Saito took two hours off work to witness the corpse flowers for the first time and tracked the livestream every day, “just waiting for it to bloom.” Saito stood in line for about 45 minutes to catch a whiff, which Saito said “smelled like a trash room.”
It was Paige Patino’s first bloom too. Patino lives 10 minutes away from the Huntington and wore a T-shirt with flowers on it for the occasion. It was “really cool” to “see both of them active,” Patino said.
For Tam, this year’s stench ranks in the top three. He thinks each individual plant stinks more than previous blooms, but on top of that, he said: “The fact that we have two in bloom makes it stinkier.”
Monica Barbaro and Callum Turner in One Night Only.
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A wise man once said, Sex is natural, sex is good / Not everybody does it / but everybody should.
Don’t take this declaration literally — have sex if you want to, or don’t have it if you don’t. It’s the sentiment that’s admirable, the notion that sex doesn’t have to be shameful, rigid or distressing. It can be fun! It can be freeing! It can be weird, but in a good way! That spirit seems to have carried over into this summer’s movie season in some big ways: The buzzy comedies I Want Your Sex and The Invite have been enthusiastic champions of unconventional sex and sexuality.
And this week brings two more films where desire and straight-up horniness are top of mind — Jane Schoenbrun’s excellent Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma and Will Gluck’s infuriatingly sex-negative One Night Only. The latter stars Monica Barbaro and Mr. Dua Lipa — er, Callum Turner.
As the end credits rolled at my One Night Only screening, I thought to myself, Did they really put out a mainstream sex-negative rom-com, in the year 2026, arguing for the so-called “upsides” of living under an authoritarian government? Also known as “the sex Purge movie” — because it echoes the popular action-horror franchise – director Gluck and writer Travis Braun’s high-concept dystopian love story is about two hot New Yorkers who keep having awkward meet-cutes during the one 12-hour-period a year when Americans are legally allowed to have pre-marital sex. (When the movie begins, the country is three years into the congressional mandate, which is enforced via biosensors branded on the wrist indicating one’s status as single or married.)
It’s an inherently fascinating premise that could, in the right hands, be taken in creatively curious directions, interrogating right-wing policing of women’s and queer people’s bodies or even Gen Z’s supposed collective aversion to sex in most forms. That latter issue is of particular interest to Gregg Araki’s I Want Your Sex, which sees Olivia Wilde’s freewheeling artist character enter an ethically dubious yet consensual sexual relationship with her much younger employee, played by Cooper Hoffman.
But apart from a throw-away line here and there, One Night Only is thoroughly uninterested in engaging with the politics it explicitly conjures beyond a few clever sight gags. Instead, it leaves you with more questions than answers, thanks to unclear and avoidant world-building. (For starters: What, exactly, qualifies as “sex”? How do queer people and visitors from abroad factor into all of this?) The movie merely gestures at resistance against the mandates, and does so only half-heartedly and insidiously; the one character we see defy the law is made out to be an all-around deviant with a long rap sheet.
And then there are multiple characters who outright state that just maybe, government-mandated year-round celibacy forces people to be “intentional” about who they sleep with — as if it’s a lemonade-from-lemons kind of situation. (Completely ignored is what it might mean to force couples into marriage who otherwise wouldn’t tie the knot, doing so just so they can have sex without fear of arrest.) To make all the pro-Gilead vibes even less digestible, the script’s humor is second-rate, and Barbaro and Turner just don’t give off the necessary heat to be the central couple. It fails in its dystopia and as a rom-com.
It’s a wonder One Night Only is being released the same week as Jane Schoenbrun’s Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma, a great, gory and viscerally sensual meditation on old-school slasher flicks. The two movies couldn’t be more different in their approaches to sex; their simultaneous arrival is like the inverse of the Armageddon and Deep Impact twin-movies phenomenon of 1998. For Schoenbrun, sexual anxiety — presented here in the form of internalized societal judgment, among other things — is a hurdle to be overcome through confrontation with the self, not shrugged-off acceptance. Kris (Hannah Einbinder), a young queer indie filmmaker, has been tapped to reboot Camp Miasma, the fictional horror franchise that was key to her sexual awakening as a kid (think Halloween, Friday the 13th). She seeks out its now-reclusive original star Billy Presley (Gillian Anderson), who lives on the grounds of the remote abandoned sleepaway camp where the first movie was shot decades ago because, she — kind of — jokes, “Somebody’s gotta be here” when the franchise’s iconic monster, Little Death, returns.
Gillian Anderson and Hannah Einbinder in Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma.
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At first, Billy is presented as a Norma Desmond type with a Dolly Parton-esque accent (Anderson lays the lilting southern drawl on thick), but the central dynamic between faded movie star and hungry filmmaker is way less antagonistic than Sunset Boulevard. It’s also far more erotic — Kris has largely suppressed her own sexual desires for human connection despite being in a polyamorous relationship, conferring all that energy onto filmmaking and a heavy obsession with the bloody, twisted fantasy of Camp Miasma. Rewatching that first Camp Miasma movie together, Billy helps Kris lose her inhibitions and access a different side of herself; Einbinder and Anderson’s on-screen chemistry, sexual and otherwise, is blissfully alluring.
Schoenbrun, who is trans and nonbinary, is doing something remarkable with Teenage Sex and Death: They manage to draw upon decades’ worth of film theory and gender studies texts and render much of it cinematically, while largely avoiding too much didacticism or prescriptiveness. The film’s expression is sometimes messy, contradictory, and heady, but that’s a feature, not a bug, because sociological academia is often all those things too. So is the journey of sexual exploration.
In Schoenbrun’s previous film, I Saw the TV Glow, which they described as their way of talking about “not being in one’s body … living as voyeur,” Owen (Justice Smith) rejects the calling to live outside himself in exchange for “comfort” in the “norm,” only to find himself truly miserable and unmoored. Teenage Sex and Death, conceived after Schoenbrun transitioned, shows a filmmaker on the other side of that unmooring, both conceptually and visually. (The production design by Brandon Tonner-Connolly and Matt Hyland is top-tier, and includes gorgeous matte backdrops and Hitchcock movie references.) Desire — even the supposedly weird kind that finds pleasure in “powerlessness,” as Billy puts it — is natural and good.
Teenage Sex and Death ends up being a perfect tale for this moment — metatextual, chaotic, firmly progressive in the face of rapid societal regression and devaluation of intellectual rigor. (And also it must be said: a damn good time at the movies, if you don’t mind your eroticism with a side of gore.)
But then again, One Night Only feels timely, too. It’s only astounding that a movie so retrograde and stealthily propagandistic about sex could exist if you ignore, well, everything going on right now. There will always be art made to meet and challenge repression, and art made to merely reinforce it. The only rare thing this week is that the yin and yang happened to arrive at the same time.
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Sally Field attends Netflix’s Los Angeles Premiere of “Remarkably Bright Creatures” in Hollywood at Netflix Tudum Theater on April 30, 2026 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Matt Winkelmeyer/Getty Images for Netflix)
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Hannah Simone’s seven-season run as Cece Parekh in the Fox sitcom “New Girl” (2011-2018) continues to pay dividends in ways expected and unexpected. In the first category is the show’s rewatch podcast “The Mess Around” (co-hosted with former co-star Larmorne Morris), which streams new episodes every Sunday on Hulu.
In Sunday Funday, L.A. people give us a play-by-play of their ideal Sunday around town. Find ideas and inspiration on where to go, what to eat and how to enjoy life on the weekends.
In the second category is her next big-screen project, Searchlight Pictures’ “Super Troopers 3,” hitting theaters Friday. It’s the latest installment of the Vermont-set, cop-and-caper comedy franchise in which she plays the sister of state trooper Thorny (co-star, director and member of comedy troupe Broken Lizard’s writing team Jay Chandrasekhar) and love interest of Farva (fellow Broken Lizard co-star Kevin Heffernan), headed to the altar complete with Indian wedding shenanigans.
“We first met when Jay directed a couple of episodes of ‘New Girl,’” Simone explained. “And then last summer I got a text from him asking me to play his sister. I was like ‘Enough with the texting’ and I called him immediately.”
As for her perfect L.A. Sunday, it starts with a lemon, ends with puzzles and has a whole lot of family, phone calls and fusion food in between.
This interview has been lightly edited and condensed for length and clarity.
8 a.m.: Grab one of life’s lemons
The first thing I do when I wake up is go get a lemon from the little lemon tree we have and squeeze it into some room-temperature water and drink it. It’s an Ayurvedic thing and it’s supposed to be very good for your system. Then I follow that with two very strong cups of coffee.
10 a.m.: A walk-and-talk with the sister-in-law
I’ve become really close with my sister-in-law, and almost every Sunday, we meet for what we call “tea time.” No tea is consumed. We just go for a long walk and spill the tea. I love walking in L.A., and there are a lot of really quiet neighborhoods in Studio City. So we kind of just walk and wander the neighborhoods or go to a park.
Noon: Post up at Pijja Palace
I’m not a classic eggs-and-bacon brunch person. I lean more toward early lunch, and one of my favorite spots to do that is Pijja Palace. It’s an incredible sports bar [with] fusion Indian food so there are things like masala wings, chicken tikka pizza and dosa-style onion rings on the menu. And it’s a sports bar. So if it’s a Sunday and there’s an afternoon Dodgers game or a Kings game [in town], that’s where I’m going. But if not, I’m going to Pijja to eat and watch the game.
And I always call my mom when I’m driving because she lives in Scotland and I have to take into account the big time difference. It’s the most L.A. thing in the entire world that we only talk to our family members when we’re driving because the drives are so long. I’ll talk to her for about an hour on the way to Pijja.
2:30 p.m.: Put the bro in Broad
Then, since I’m over on the Eastside, I’d probably go downtown. Especially if I’m with my brother [Zach Simone] — he’s my plus-one forever — we’d go to the Broad. I love it there and could go every day. I like going to see [Yayoi Kusama’s “Infinity Mirrored Room — the Souls of Millions of Light Years Away” (2013)]. It’s always the most profound experience because you only get one minute and it’s really weird how it centers in you when you know you have a minute.
3:30 p.m.: Celebrate the Central Library’s Centennial
Then I’d walk down to [Los Angeles Public Library’s] Central Library, which is celebrating its 100th anniversary this year. Right now they have an incredible installation [on] the history of the library told in these 20-foot-high books, which is so beautiful and cool. And I will say they have probably one of the best gift shops in all of L.A. I can’t even call it a gift shop because I just buy things for myself.
4:30 p.m.: Drive and dial dad
If this was my dream Sunday, I would probably drive to the Westside and call my dad in Canada and talk to him for an hour while I drive. I can usually catch him at home watching cricket.
5:30 p.m. Kick it on Abbot Kinney
I’d wander around Abbot Kinney [Boulevard] for a while. One of the stores I like to wander into is Burro; because I’m a gift giver, and it’s a really good store for that. It’s very curated and stocked with all of the kinds of things I love.
6 p.m.: Fusion food at Badmaash
I’d probably grab an early dinner. And my favorite restaurant for that is Badmaash, and they just opened one in Venice. They just put the most amazing thing on their menu; a steak frites with masala au poivre. The peppercorn sauce is done with all Indian spices. My dad used to do fusion cooking before it was a thing. He used to make spaghetti Bolognese with cumin and coriander in it, so Western and Italian cuisine with Indian influences is comforting to me.
7 p.m.: Catch a sunset in the rearview mirror
I’d start to head back home around 7 [p.m.]-ish because that’s when the sun’s about to set. It’s the most L.A. thing in the entire world, because you have this beautiful sunset happening at the beach and you’re right there. But you don’t want to be in traffic, so you’re heading the opposite direction. I’ve probably seen thousands of the world’s most beautiful sunsets in my rearview driving down the 101 [Freeway].
8:30 p.m.: Prep, puzzles and popcorn TV
On Tuesdays, we have the Tuesday Night Supper Club, which is really just our Tuesday night version of a Friday family dinner. So, once I’m home, I’ll prep a chicken curry so it can sit in the marinade for a day.
I have a very loud addiction to puzzles — I don’t do them casually — so then I’ll open a puzzle. If it’s a 500-piece puzzle, it’ll be done before I go to bed. If it’s got 1,000 pieces, it’ll be finished the next day. I’ll work on a puzzle and watch some trash popcorn TV that I love — reality TV: “Love Island,” “Temptation Island,” “Survivor,” anything like that.
11 p.m.: Sweat some old “New Girl” episodes
I have a HigherDOSE Infrared Sauna Blanket, and at the end of the evening, I’ll use that for about an hour while I watch two episodes of “New Girl,” to prepare because we usually record “The Mess Around” [rewatch podcast] on Mondays.
12:01 a.m.: Wind down with Wordle
After I shower, I’ll go to bed, and the last thing I’ll do is play Wordle and Connections. I lost my perfect streak once because I didn’t get to it in time. So now I’m the person who has to do it at 12:01 a.m. so I won’t forget to do it.
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