Review
“Concrete Utopia” echoes “Parasite”’s sharp critique of class exploitation, but it applies a faster pace and more restless energy to its vision of economic meltdown.
Like the novel it is based on, “Eileen” eventually becomes a morally ambiguous, and twisted, noirish mystery.
Love for Nanci Griffith has empowered a hell of a record.
The heart of Friday’s performance came in stark impressions borne through Anjimile’s vulnerable voice — along with a little help from his friends.
In this promising filmmaking debut of Cord Jefferson, we’re given a too-rare peek in cinema into upper middle-class African-American life.
One wonders sometimes whether the weight of acclaim doesn’t place an author beyond critical reproach. The bandwagon effect.
Samara Joy uncorked her gospel pipes, the likes of which probably haven’t been heard on mainstream secular stages since Aretha Franklin.
Was John Singer Sargent just a talented flatterer of his wealthy patrons or was there more to him?
In this rigorous, timely dance-theater work, the performers provide a challenge to our beliefs and a salve for our hearts.
By focusing on just a few households, rather than surveying all the available examples, this documentary succeeds at its essential (and valuable) goal — to humanize its subjects.
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