“They were pieces of shit when we shot ‘em, but later on they became relics.”
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
Her Smell is funny-terrifying, alluring-repulsive, moving-disturbing, era-capturing and timeless.
Even an imperfect work-for-hire like Damaged Lives can show the touch of an artist.
Luchino Visconti made theatrically tinged movies driven by music, indebted to painting, sculpture, architecture, and literature—he accomplished, dare I say, a fusion of the arts.
We’re losing Lewis’s generation of Depression-bred, Borscht Belt-weaned entertainers with their un-ironic neediness for laughs and their canny way of getting them.
Landline is a textured, often funny and subtly acted portrait of a family experiencing rumblings set off by sexual affairs.
The interviewees sound warnings about how we have self-sorted, online and in the real world, into echo-chamber communities of like-minded people.
A romp in and around a centuries-old Italian convent, acting out a 14th-century story using contemporary American idiom and attitude.
In Trouble in Paradise, Lubitsch makes us feel complicit in the best of ways; he makes us feel clever.