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Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
The series presents plausible, relatable social situations within a weird, dark, quasi-magical framework.
It’s Shakespeare in Lowell –the stage piled with ghostly corpses, the heroes all dead, the young bard in mourning.
If you’re the kind of person who coveted every word and wild-man gesture of inebriated Hunter S. Thompson, The Beach Bum could be your movie.
My mind is busy considering the presence of two distinctly engrossing thrillers of sex and violence set within the adult film industry, one a vividly romantic neo-giallo fairy tale, the other a discomfiting, tragicomic spiral into murder and depravity.
What elevates these ordinary lives is director Kent Jones’s elegiac distance; the narrative has the feel of a memory piece.
These satanists are far less concerned with organizing decadent ceremonies (though there is a fair bit of that, and it’s thrilling to behold) than they are with exposing corruption and hypocrisy.
It happens. Podcast producer Lucas Spiro messed up the audio for this episode —but he managed to put this together so you wouldn’t have to go without our sweet, sweet content.
Shrill picks up narrative strength once we see Annie slowly come to terms with the yawning gap between who she is and who she has been told to be by her family, her friends, and society at large.
Jazz Commentary: Pee Wee Russell — A Singular Voice
Despite the fact that clarinet (and occasional sax) player Pee Wee Russell was one of the most distinctive voices in jazz history, his name remains unknown outside of infra jazz circles.
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