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American Sniper is classic Clint Eastwood. Dirty Harry vs the bad guys, and the bad guys all look like ‘them.’
Very little happens in Dominique Fabre’s books, yet one keeps on reading. because he so genuinely depicts the ordinary lives that most of us lead.
Inherent Vice is a giddy, trippy potpourri that tries to make a virtue of never quite settling on what kind of story it wants to tell.
Now 58, the noted choreographer’s succinct gestural language, coincident use of music and musical ideas, and spatial elasticity is now completely second nature.
To his credit, Garry Wills does not attempt to tell us what Shakespeare or his contemporaries “really meant,” nor does he suggest that there are ways that these plays ought be staged.
Johannes Moser is a cellist I have admired for some years.
Made up of Boston-based musicians, the Laszlo Gardony Quartet is one of the city’s under-recognized treasures.
Selma doesn’t dare to offer the viewer anything new.
The Man Between offers a fascinating glimpse of the late master translator Michael Henry Heim, its reportedly modest and reticent protagonist.
The virtuoso approach of Bedlam’s Saint Joan, its unpretentious immediacy, makes this production an exuberant Shavian history lesson that should not to be missed.
Arts Commentary: The Kennedy Center and the Boston Symphony Orchestra — A Tale of Two Crises