Review
“The Triumph of Love” lacks the physical comedy and swift action that usually characterize a farce. Here the dialogue is the action.
Roger Clark Miller’s latest solo electric guitar ensemble album showcases him at his best, blending avant-garde experimentation with familiar guitar rock textures.
The current state of Hollywood — terminal banality — is concerning. But that’s what makes it so perfect for a dose of acidic satire.
Everyone who loves jazz, or makes a living somewhere in its world, owes a debt to many of the hard-working and under-paid writers of the Jazz Journalists Association (JJA).
Tracie Laymon’s comic drama about the serendipitous connection between a 25-year-old woman whose sense of self is fraying and a man stymied by loss is both entertaining and profound.
Despite “The Annihilation of Fish”’s warmth and optimism, it’s a wonky film.
While offering a window into artist Fabiola Jean-Louis’s examination of her cultural and personal identity, the exhibit also provides a deeper understanding of the Haitian struggle for freedom.
We return to my coverage of the 25th annual Boston Underground Film Festival, our own little local celebration of oddballs, freaks, and celluloid weirdos of all sorts.
What is most striking here is Paul Bley’s patience as a pianist, his practice of playing a chord or even a couple of notes and letting them hang in the air as if he were an outside observer, listening to their gradual fading.
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