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It’s official. The 2013 jobs report of an organization called CareerCast rated “newspaper reporter” as the worst job in America.
There was probably no better summing up of Woodstock Nation than the lines, “Sometimes, I feel, like a motherless child/A long ways from my home.”
A movie critic can’t help but tie the Boston Marathon tragedies to the cinema, and so John Frankenheimer’s “Black Sunday” (1977) obviously flashes to mind.
Ten Freedom Summers is a masterful, supple series of compositions that has the gravitas of a major work that also, from time to time, it swings dramatically.
Pianist Randy Weston and arranger Melba Liston will be honored in a celebratory concert at the New England Conservatory.
“Blancanieves” is not quite as charming as “The Artist,” but it’s less of a parlor trick, more sincerely a work of true silent cinema, 85 years after the dawn of sound.
This documentary plays like a didactic high school civics lesson. I agree totally with its politics while abhorring its unimaginative political correctness.
Indeed, for much of the latter part of his career, Colin Davis was that rarest of breeds, a conductor seemingly without ego, one who made music simply for the love of it.
Mr. Selfridge drives me nuts because the storyline, the rise of a mercantile empire, calls for edgy Darwinian conflict rather than paternal benevolence sprinkled with layers of powered soap opera.
Maybe Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg had no interest in the requirements of a good book — just its potential use as a marketing tool.
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