Review
Rebecca Newberger Goldstein’s erudition, coupled to her literary skill, makes Plato at the Googleplex inviting and readable without sacrificing complexity.
Director Alejandro Jodorowsky is a fascinating artist, but this rehash of his own Dadaesque style is lurid, stale, and simplistic.
Artist/scholar Elizabeth Lennard has managed to evoke the breadth of Edith Wharton’s life and work in a relatively short and vivid film.
Even by the standards of prog shows, which only get close to mainstream if a Yes or Rush is headlining, these bands were largely from the underground.
Kris Adams is one of those singers who can do amazing things without ostentatious showiness.
At times, David Thomson’s movie criticism resembles the approach of old-school British critics (the Walter Pater or John Ruskin variety) who didn’t mind occasionally cutting loose from being erudite to waxing lyrical.
Women are the dominant force in “Amaluna.” They command the evening’s whirligig of a stage as aerialists, clowns, musicians, dancers, and contortionists.
Eschewing harrowing realistic description, Jean Echenoz adopts a jocular sardonic approach to the most gruesome battlefield realities.
How much can a “native” artist adopt from Western modernism before his arts loses its tribal identity and, along with it, its appeal to an outside market?
These challenging LPs offer opposing, but equally thrilling, aural/cinematic adventures: one is an overblown grindhouse flick, the other a wondrous fantasy feature.
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