Review
I saw a handful of fiction films which were well directed, capably acted, and offered meaningful stories.
In more pedantic hands, Little Dancer Aged Fourteen could easily have been a tedious and frustrating read. Instead, despite the dense and ultimately inconclusive source material, the book is continuously fascinating.
Rarely does a book leave me questioning the ways in which I understood, or thought I understood, the construction of some of the most formative solos in jazz history.
C.D. Wright has woven a poetic text that mirrors the tangled intimacy between humans and the beech, in all of its violence, its confusion, and its beauty.
The first three films I watched at SXSW this year were picked by me with the editors in mind. Not coincidentally, the editors also had pedigreed Massachusetts roots.
Springtime hits are on doubt on their way, but let’s not forget about February.
When it comes to jazz, you can be pretty confident that when you put excellent players together — whether they know each other or not — something very good will happen. And it did.
Monica Bill Barnes, a dancer-choreographer, mime, storyteller and soft satirist, has riffed in the past on the pitfalls of dancing, the vanity of performers, the absurdities of adolescence. Now she’s looking at gender displacements and assertions.
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J. B. Priestly’s shallow characterizations keep his vision of moneyed skullduggery mundane rather than monstrous.
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