Review
Leonard Cohen reinforces this dedication to lyricism with striking humility in his final book.
Not since Michelangelo Antonioni’s Blow-Up and L’Aventura has there been such a mesmerizing tale of the more you look, the less you find out.
This musical hodgepodge at the American Repertory Theater could be called ‘Let’s Sing About Me (and Me, and Then More About Me).’
This was a truly great performance, one that fully suited the BPO’s season-long, dual commemorations.
The show tells a story of women through portraits that span a little more than two hundred years.
These extraordinary books from world-class writers are about reviving, through words, a now-derelict town and the lives of its ten thousand murdered Jews.
Peter Brook has decided to be more than a little stubbornly anti-theatrical in The Prisoner.
John Heginbotham may be making modern dance but he gives us the gift of classicism: discovery within form.
The more we hear Jane Fonda’s homilies about needing to be “whole” and “self-actualize” the more her personal journey sounds more like a succession of carefully calculated branding exercises.
Yes, the first-ever recording of a opera that is as wonderful as Berlioz and Wagner said it is.
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