Peter Keough
A brisk, galvanizing portrait of “Democracy Now!”‘s Amy Goodman and the stubborn fight for adversarial journalism.
The spirit of Frederick Wiseman lives on at the IFFBoston.
A retrospective of four films by those two Hungarian artists unfolds as a monochromatic monolith of mud, misery, human folly, and inexorable corruption.
Claude Lanzmann’s haunted pursuit of testimony and Henrietta Szold’s humanitarian legacy illuminate the enduring power of courage and conscience.
A pair of eminent lives — celebrated.
The narrative is filled with secrets and mysteries that tease and fade away — and the deepest mysteries lie within that basic social unit, the family.
The world almost makes sense at this year’s Salem Film Fest.
The documentary tries, perhaps a bit too hard, to turn the Grim Reaper into the Grin Reaper.
An engaging and entertaining mystery, told in an evocative period setting, that deconstructs narrative conventions, analyzes the artifice of identity, and critiques the capitalist patriarchal system.
The Annual Francis Davis Jazz Critics Poll at Mid-Year: Warming Up a Riff — How It Happened, and Why It Matters