Review
Manfred Honeck and the Pittsburgh Symphony have ways of digging into the music and providing new perspectives on it such that their recordings are, by and large, can’t-miss events.
May the Boston Symphony – which just concluded its annual weekend celebrating the music of Black composers by shunting them off on their own, away from Rachmaninoff, Strauss, Beethoven, and Friends – take note: this is how it should be done.
This portrait of Princess Diana interweaves facts with fantasies to create an impressionistic profile of a troubled woman trapped in a golden cage.
Each month, our arts critics — music, book, theater, dance, and visual arts — fire off a few brief reviews.
Collectively, Terra Femme’s footage provides a window — or really, a suite of windows — that allows us to view a bygone world through the eyes of silent female gazers.
The sense of loss that necessarily pervades Running Out is balanced is by Lucas Bessire’s lyrical prose, whose consistently crisp beauty serves as a welcome respite.
Albert Speer’s reputation as a “good Nazi” was this architect’s postwar monument. He spent as much time burnishing that brand after prison as he did when he was rising through the Nazi ranks.
The book’s main contention is clearly correct: Dylan’s lyrics aren’t everything, and his vocal delivery is eminently important. But, according to Larry Starr, every period is a golden one, and the most minor effort deserves major respect.
The overlapping worlds of ancient Paris architecture, entrenched police corruption, and the criminality of underground internet culture generate some suspenseful plot twists and white-knuckle scenes of terror.
Bobcat Goldthwait and Dana Gould almost died for their comedy; then they hit the road to get laughs about it.
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