The precision and inventiveness of Angular Blues more than meets our high expectations for this terrific trio.
I am Derek Chauvin, and I am George Floyd. Who are you?
Much of the fun of Ramy comes from its deadpan embrace of heightened absurdity.
Decades on, Matthew Shipp and Whit Dickey have grown into mature models of how to keep the faith when following an idiosyncratic muse.
This is a beautifully produced book, replete with illustrations. Full-page photos of evocative landscapes are supplemented by both maps and smaller shots detailing architectural features.
Charli has successfully dramatized her impatiently jagged state of mind, supplying an emotionally honest stream of consciousness that suggests what she (and no doubt many others of her generation) is feeling and thinking in quarantine.
Was this alternate history lesson too much of a downer for viewers weighed down by the burdens of their own unexpected rendezvous with history?
“We’re at the end, or toward the end, of an extended collapse of the institutions that made it possible for many of us to make a living through intellectual or creative activity. We’ll have to find another way.”
“In a crisis we are all Socialists,” goes an old adage. But can that instinct be trusted in an increasingly barbaric world?
The value and virtue of I Belong to Vienna is that it personalizes and humanizes a global reign of terror into an understandable drama.