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This week’s poem: Marina Lazzara’s “house finch nesting” from The House Begins An Alphabet.
Grupo Corpo’s dancers are as technically astute as other top dance companies, but they excel at conveying a lushness of movement that feels sensual rather than sexual.
A pair of documentaries featured in this year’s Arlington International Film Festival take a cold look at the death cult of fascism — past, present, and to come.
Each month, our arts critics — music, book, theater, dance, television, film, and visual arts — fire off a few brief reviews.
The intent of this fine album to dramatize the enduring legacy of Martin Luther King: no justice, no peace.
A massive, comprehensive new box set once again shows us the diva’s indomitable place in the history of opera.
The late Robert Brustein’s shadow is long. But his legacy is problematic.
Under the guidance of Artistic Director Lisa Gossels, this year’s fest has, in her words, “something for everyone.”
In a time of outrage and grief, a trio of documentaries at the BJFF serve as a reminder of the traditional Jewish values of compassion and inclusion, reaffirming the power of activism, art, and simple acts of human kindness.
Goosebumps is pretty much a failure as a series because it lacks most of R.L. Stine’s entertaining alchemy.
Arts Remembrance: Sonny Rollins, Jazz’s ‘Saxophone Colossus,’ Dies at 95