Review
Grupo Corpo’s dancers are as technically astute as other top dance companies, but they excel at conveying a lushness of movement that feels sensual rather than sexual.
A pair of documentaries featured in this year’s Arlington International Film Festival take a cold look at the death cult of fascism — past, present, and to come.
The intent of this fine album to dramatize the enduring legacy of Martin Luther King: no justice, no peace.
A massive, comprehensive new box set once again shows us the diva’s indomitable place in the history of opera.
The late Robert Brustein’s shadow is long. But his legacy is problematic.
In a time of outrage and grief, a trio of documentaries at the BJFF serve as a reminder of the traditional Jewish values of compassion and inclusion, reaffirming the power of activism, art, and simple acts of human kindness.
Goosebumps is pretty much a failure as a series because it lacks most of R.L. Stine’s entertaining alchemy.
My Morning Jacket remains one of rock’s best live acts, and a stylistically broad one. And more bands should be so generous in not only representing their entire catalog but mixing up the song selection every night.
The Chameleon Arts Ensemble shed new light on Ernest Chausson’s quartet in A major, Op. 30, the very model of Belle Époque verve and melodicism.
This thoughtful documentary watches cinemas vanish from a Brazilian city.
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