Film
Afterlife of the Party backs away from serious issues, but it’s a sweet reminder of the power of female friendship.
The Card Counter collapses under the weight of director Paul Schrader’s guilt complex.
Each month, our arts critics — music, book, theater, dance, and visual arts — fire off a few brief reviews.
Why bother giving big-budget Hollywood projects to up-and-coming Black filmmakers if they’re just going to be neutered and cut to shit before release?
Is Gen Z this nihilistic? If so, a much darker, even zanier version of She’s All That would have been more fitting and far more entertaining.
A mismatched couple, trapped at home by government decree, try to maneuver and bicker their way through a COVID lockdown.
If the theater really mirrors life, then you can bet we’re in for some drastic changes and adjustments, even on Broadway.
What’s on the screen rings true, but Fire Music falls short of being fair to history.
Evangelion is my personal Rosetta Stone, allowing me to decipher everything from psychoanalytic theory and gender relations to my very own understanding of trauma and the world in which I inhabit.
Sir George Martin’s AIR Studios in Montserrat gave birth to some great ’80s music, then succumbed to the elements.
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