Review
Iridescence is a masterful set, with none of the tentative feeling …he bipped when he should have bopped …that sometimes afflicts free jazz outings.
This thoughtful study offers a worthwhile critical perspective on Werner Herzog, one of the world’s great living film artists.
Author Ethan Mordden serves up plenty of entertaining yarns, sometimes as exaggerated as the genre to which they pay homage.
Aside from making generalities about “making good photographs” and “earning a living,” celebrated photographer Elliott Erwitt steadfastly refuses to be drawn out.
Some of the most insightful and moving parts of the biography are Neeli Cherkovski’s personal recounting of his on-again off again relationship with Charles Bukowski.
This terrific performance was the grand finale from a beloved dance festival doing its best under enormous pressure.
Visitors (of all ages?) were invited to drink copious amounts of liquor and possibly get laid. This was as close to Pinnochio‘s Pleasure Island as they were ever going to get.
In his book, Wolfram Eilenberger has provided an absorbing view of a period in Western intellectual history that was committed to the new.
This cover album is a pretty wild ride, yes, but Molly Tuttle navigates the course with supreme cool.
Movies, great or awful, are essential comforts in these nightmarish times. And in my second dispatch of the Fantasia fest, I bring better tidings.
Recent Comments