Review
I found it remarkable to explore the exhibition, then experience a kind of filmic audience with the artist, then return, fired up and enlightened, to the beautiful installation.
Like other Eastern European artists, Radu Jude is at his best channeling his anger through dark comedy.
Baritone saxophonist Pepper Adams was clearly a generous soul, as well as a stunningly accomplished jazz musician.
“Kim’s Convenience” offers a genial comic glimpse of an immigrant family’s struggle for dignity and an economic foothold.
“Die My Love” is a healthy bitch-slap, its shock encouraging young folks to dismiss the bullshit about relationships too many other movies have hawked over the past decade and a half or so.
The themes of “Lizard Boy” would land more squarely—and more powerfully—with a teenage audience than they can with those of us who can only recall such a time in our lives.
An occasional feature that looks at current jazz albums of interest.
Optimistic, a canny survivor, relentless, genderfluid—poet May Swenson described herself as “I am one of those to whom miracles happen.”
The biographer puts far too much emphasis on Sam Shepard’s louche life, neglecting to provide much analysis about the value of his stage work, particularly on whether it will endure.
A preview of a few of the obscure gems and curios in this huzzah to Columbia Pictures.
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