Review
Director Abderrahmane Sissako wants the viewer to have the golden-age city in mind when, today, 2015, we see how terrible life has become there.
It’s refreshing and more than a little nostalgic to experience the trials, triumphs, and tribulations of Mailer’s time through his own combative eyes..
For many Americans, Cuba has an air of mystery, but the art on view here is accessible, not enigmatic, even at times somewhat didactic.
Evaluations of a number of intriguing new albums, including praise for a disc of string trios by Eastern European composers performed by Ensemble Epomeo.
Mr Grey had his peccadilloes to be sure but, if you were unaware of the kinky side of his love life, then either you’ve been living under a rock, or missed that day in health class.
Yes, Chris Robinson is ironically in a band called the Brotherhood when he can’t work with his actual brother in the Black Crowes.
After several years in the wilderness, it seems that, on the conducting front at last, the BSO is again in good hands.
The King of Second Avenue’s one-joke shtick wears out long before the end of this 90-minute musical.
Daisy Hay turns her sharp yet sympathetic eye on Mary Anne and Benjamin Disraeli, whose marriage seemed unlikely at the start but which grew into something not only strange but, even in modern terms, amazing.
What Oscar Wilde was peddling in America was beauty. Art for art’s sake. Gorgeous flowers. Ravishing colors.
Arts Commentary: The Orchestra Gap — Europe vs. the US