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I’ve served on several dozen film juries about the globe in the last three decades. I can’t recall ever having a choice of so many splendid films from which to award a grand prize.
Slow West bursts with visual interest, but doesn’t seem to be able to settle on what story it wants to tell.
This is a powerful, intensely felt short novel about the lives of ordinary people by a very young Irish writer.
Had Daniil Kharms’ texts been available at the high tide of the Theater of the Absurd, his plays would be performed alongside those of Samuel Beckett and Eugene Ionesco.
Back To Fort Scott, a compact, affecting exhibition of meticulously printed black and white photographs, is like a grainy, retro speed bump between the museum’s adjacent galleries.
Jazz Week 2015 shines a spotlight on the jazz scene—historic and current—in Boston’s core African American community of Roxbury (and adjoining Mattapan and Dorchester).
The comedy-tinged-with-drama touches on themes tackled by a bunch of recent indie movies that center on characters in their thirties and forties who feel like imposters in the world of adults.
H. relies on clever editing manipulations and pithy reaction shots rather than on flashy special effects.
Had they not had interesting and flourishing careers already in place, Elizabeth Schumann and Gloria Chien could give many full-time piano duos a run for their money.
Fuse Commentary: The Value of Browsing and Discovering That the “Shit Must Stop”
Sometime you go in search of one thing, and you stumble upon something else. And maybe that newly discovered thing is something wonderful.
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