Review
Like other Eastern European artists, Radu Jude is at his best channeling his anger through dark comedy.
Baritone saxophonist Pepper Adams was clearly a generous soul, as well as a stunningly accomplished jazz musician.
“Kim’s Convenience” offers a genial comic glimpse of an immigrant family’s struggle for dignity and an economic foothold.
“Die My Love” is a healthy bitch-slap, its shock encouraging young folks to dismiss the bullshit about relationships too many other movies have hawked over the past decade and a half or so.
The themes of “Lizard Boy” would land more squarely—and more powerfully—with a teenage audience than they can with those of us who can only recall such a time in our lives.
An occasional feature that looks at current jazz albums of interest.
Optimistic, a canny survivor, relentless, genderfluid—poet May Swenson described herself as “I am one of those to whom miracles happen.”
The biographer puts far too much emphasis on Sam Shepard’s louche life, neglecting to provide much analysis about the value of his stage work, particularly on whether it will endure.
A preview of a few of the obscure gems and curios in this huzzah to Columbia Pictures.
While one hopes that never-before-released live shows are found and released, it is nice to revisit the start of Brian’s Wilson’s second-chance career.
The Annual Francis Davis Jazz Critics Poll at Mid-Year: Warming Up a Riff — How It Happened, and Why It Matters