Review
Was another helping of “The Platform” necessary? Maybe. But only if it was done right — and this is half-baked sci-fi horror.
Cecile Desprairies’ extraordinary work is a cross between the dispassionate inquiry of a historian and a family memoir whose author is searching for catharsis at the end of her attempt to understand her family’s place in the Nazi-collaborationist narrative.
William A. Everett’s book is well-researched but based on a problematic premise.
Tedeschi Trucks Band demonstrated the difference between actively engaging in a musical tradition versus paying tribute to it.
It was a mind-blowing experience. Countless times in dance performances a choreographer strives to make movements on stage mimic music. But Dianne McIntyre was dramatizing a much deeper, more organic connection.
Time and again, Alice Fogel’s poems’ subtractions have a purifying effect, showing us a landscape or an architecture we hadn’t guessed was there.
Tony winning playwright Joe DiPietro does a commendable job of dramatizing the true-life confrontation between Margaret Chase Smith and Joseph McCarthy while they were both serving in the United States Senate.
A magical realist romp of a novel with a dollop of poignancy by the great Ukrainian writer Andrey Kurkov.
If Fernando Huergo’s band of A-list Boston players sounded especially inspired, it was certainly in no small part due to what he was giving them to play.
Musa Al-Gharbi’s provocative book undercuts the left elite by pointing out the hypocrisy of its well intentioned rhetoric. The “woke” live comfortable lives because of the very inequities they condemn.
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