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The album’s set of pieces not only revels in the spirited formal experimentation of the great musician’s music, but its expressive urgency as well.
The play’s swift running give-and-take is chillingly beguiling, its myriad allusions arousing your curiosity as you consider the characters’ positions and conclusions yourself.
The Rental chugs along predictable genre rails, its characters settling into the expected “types” as screws are gradually turned on them by whoever’s surveilling from a distance.
For an hour and a half, Blu examines himself on Miles, trying to understand who he is and where he comes from.
Filmgoers hankering for some excellent and exciting new documentary features and shorts should check out the Salem Film Festival, which has gone online.
The parallel plot — maybe the real plot — percolates just below the surface: the meta-textual challenge of figuring out how the HBO Perry Mason will morph into something resembling its CBS progenitor.
What makes this somewhat derivative movie soar is its music.
Ah, Florida, “the grease trap under America’s George Foreman Grill”: not just “weird America,” also “impending America.”
Cloud Nothings’ latest effort is less muscular than their previous work, but it still contains its fair share of hooky bliss.
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