Gerald Peary
I confess: I also was among those who witnessed Peter Rowan play a zillion years ago, circa 1970, when he sang like an angel with Bill Monroe and the Blue Grass Boys.
Read MoreThe only way to sort of enjoy “Family Tree” is with modest expectations; and indeed, this is the most modest of series, as Christopher Guest cuts his molars on TV with a program which rarely tries to be more than fairly amusing, mildly ambitious, a kind of bemused apprentice work in a new medium.
Read MoreAssayas’s splendid autobiographical feature is about a young man who refuses to turn his back on the radicalism of the ’60s
Read MoreWhat about Bert Stern, the artist? He deserves credit for bringing fashion photography into the modernist moment in the late 1950s and early 1960s.
Read MoreA fantastic film? Not really. “In the House” is sometimes ingenious, but all the main characters are cold, arrogant, and off-putting.
Read MoreTo The Wonder — the best American feature by far of 2013: beautiful, compassionate, tragic, transcendent.
Read MoreA movie critic can’t help but tie the Boston Marathon tragedies to the cinema, and so John Frankenheimer’s “Black Sunday” (1977) obviously flashes to mind.
Read More“Blancanieves” is not quite as charming as “The Artist,” but it’s less of a parlor trick, more sincerely a work of true silent cinema, 85 years after the dawn of sound.
Read MoreThis documentary plays like a didactic high school civics lesson. I agree totally with its politics while abhorring its unimaginative political correctness.
Read MoreNo! No Annette. How unfair, the death of the fabulous Annette Funicello!
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