Film
With exception of one narrative chiller, and a look at singer Karen Carpenter, the best films I saw were documentaries on the lives and careers of significant African-Americans.
Preoccupied with the little melodramas of their lives and their careers in the arts, the characters in”Afire” put off acknowledging the gathering disaster that might end up at their doorstep.
This shaggy dog story, set in the bowels of Manhattan, in the yet to be gentrified bohemian enclave of SoHo, presented an opportunity for Martin Scorsese to return to bare-bones filmmaking.
Despite the lack of background or explanation for the occult item at the center of “Talk to Me,” I found it relatively easy to suspend my disbelief and become caught up in the story’s momentum.
Director Greta Gerwig’s hard-edged but affectionate paean to Barbie is sweeter than it is satirical, slightly more perky than political.
>Like many fads from the ’90s and early aughts, beanie babies are now getting the Hollywood treatment.
The greatest enigma “Oppenheimer” poses is recognizing the difference between good and evil and how to act accordingly.
Johannes Vermeer as a person and a painter remains a mystery, but this documentary expertly probes the brilliance of his art.
Singing the body electric in “De Humani Corporis Fabrica.”
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