Review
The genius of this film is that no preaching is necessary; it makes its political point in an apolitical way, an art film that is, incidentally, didactic.
The Black Clown commands the vastness of the Loeb’s stage with an enviable energy.
Does Shakespeare need a digital makeover to stay relevant and entertaining?
Choreographer Paul Taylor leaves a repertory that sprawled from the outrageous to the sublime.
With this album, Luciana Souza has created her own indelible “book” of songs that ache and celebrate, muse and regret, dream and mourn.
Summer Cannibals’ main virtue is its keen transmission of psychological warfare in families.
This fascinating documentary should be compelling to guitarists and to jazz fans in general.
Newvelle Records’ taste seems to be flawless.
Reading is treated as a commodity, namedropping literary titles as a way for middlebrow film audiences to feel proud of themselves for being in the know.
Too many cultural critics look at our past through a fuzzy filter of sentiment. Chapo Trap House tackles America’s past and present idiocies head-on in a refreshingly honest way.
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