Review
I’m deeply grateful to Arts Emerson for bringing the Maly Drama Theatre to Boston and hope for more.
This year’s Taste of Iceland is bringing in only one film, Rock in Reykjavik, and it is screening only once.
The rapturous reaction to Boston Ballet’s performance on Sunday afternoon demonstrated that this kind of work can still move an audience.
Brian Seibert’s history of tap dancing has unleashed something I can only describe as a tap world pissing contest.
Those assembled at Boston’s Jordan Hall were thoroughly prepared to be enraptured.
Jason Isbell has got sober, and his songs ring with the urgency of the newly recovered (and newly remarried, to his violinist Amanda Shires).
Okada’s play reflects how skepticism has become the default stance for young adults shellshocked by post-recession economic restructuring.
The movie plays all sides equally, providing no answers, no favorites, no villains, no heroes. Everybody’s motives and ethics are in question.
In a period of radicalism and terrorism, this installation serves as a beacon for remembering the beauty of the best of Islamic creative culture.
1984‘s theatrical vision of authoritarianism in action is not for the faint of heart.
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