Review
Did Marguerite Duras, who had worked in the French résistance during the war, feel guilty about not having been sufficiently concerned about the Shoah?
The Bangs are masters in sending up the gelatinous sentimentality of popular culture, embracing it at the same time.
Time after time, when the cheap and easy outcome is there for the plucking, Me Before You ditches the teary payoffs.
The Fallen Idol is one of the best achieved examples in cinema of seeing the world through the eyes of a child.
Rembrandt’s casual scratches snap into recognizability with the surprise of stage magic. But there’s no trick, it’s the genuine miracle of talent.
It is not surprising that Wendy Warren strains to find words to “comprehend the rank tragedy that resulted from enslavement.”
The author makes fully human an illness marked by absence and estrangement from humanity.
Josa-Jones is a unique mover, totally committed to her movement, and totally moving in every body part.
In no way does Sweetbitter succeed in doing what you are led to expect of it: to frame the post-9/11 zeitgeist.
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