Gerald Peary
Could Dorothy Malone be the only person in the world to have dated both Sinatra and Liberace?
Credit director Elisabeth Subrin for being resourceful in incorporating her cast’s real-life situations into her storytelling.
How palpable is the combat in Nowhere to Hide!
Robert Frank had dared overturn the central conceit of the great photographs of the Farm Administration 1930s; that the poor were noble creatures.
Like going to Mecca, shouldn’t every committed cinephile get to the Carthage Film Festival once in a lifetime?
This downer comedy is a triumphant entry into the botched, washout male category of cinema.
The Newburyport Documentary Film Festival is leisurely and unpretentious — and addictive.
Everyone who loves documentary, who cherishes the Maysles brothers’ legacy, should rush to the Brattle Theatre to see In Transit.
It’s probably unfair, but attending the Flaherty, I kept seeing in my mind the pig Napoleon and his attack dogs in George Orwell’s Animal Farm.
Critic Commentary: “My Basketball Retirement”
After 36 years of twice-a-week pickup basketball at the Cambridge Y at Central Square, I recently cleared my locker and said adieu.
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