Commentary
The well has evaporated for much of new American independent cinema.
Two stories about how a public process, because of politics, can make it very difficult, and costly, to connect two points.
If the ballyhoo around the Public Theater’s Julius Caesar is a sign of the times, then we have a lot more than Trump to fear.
My thought was that it would exciting to invite high school students from diverse backgrounds to become better educated about arts criticism.
Denis Johnson’s spiritual vision was dark and more than a little scary but also supremely generous.
Why do critics like the New Yorker‘s Peter Schjeldahl rush to absolve G.W. Bush?
Hypnotized by celebrity and the monied class, our stage critics have become a gaggle of cheerleaders, feckless enough to call Diane Paulus a “visionary.”
I try to be optimistic, but it’s hard not to observe that the jazz club scene in eastern Massachusetts is worse than it’s been in decades.
Film Tribute: George Romero — A Legacy of Blood, Invention, and Survival
Even after death, the human instinct is to kill or be killed.
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