Review
A retrospective of four films by those two Hungarian artists unfolds as a monochromatic monolith of mud, misery, human folly, and inexorable corruption.
In this high-energy comedy of creative frustration, history—and hubris—repeat themselves to hilarious effect.
If there is a through-line consolidating Ian Buruma’s account, it is the admonition: Do not rush to judgment.
I was surprised by how smoothly each book went down, with a little tingle of acidic satire lingering on the palate.
By Michael Londra In /face, William Lessard examines how technology fragments identity, transforming our faces into data and design. /face by William Lessard. Kernpunkt Press, 100 pp, $18. Recently I saw Patti Smith perform her album Horses at the Beacon Theater in Manhattan. Filing in, a sign alerted me to the following: “Attention Customers: biometric identification…
Joe Jackson revisits familiar sounds with sardonic flair and surprising warmth on his most concise, eclectic album in years.
For biographer Andrew Durbin, Peter Hujar and Paul Thek are historical figures from a lost era that he wants to discover on his own terms.
A surprisingly heartfelt reboot that revives the show’s chaotic charm, even if some of the family sparks are missing.
Gauri Gill’s work is shaped by a dense visual language in which light, composition, and texture are not secondary elements but stand as active components of meaning.
In praising poetry’s power, Ada Limón leaves clarity—and craft—behind.
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