Review
Lettuce is pushing funk forward, drawing on what has come before (Tower Of Power) and making some distinctive changes.
Boston Baroque served up a lithe and vital performance of the Messiah that felt rich, personal, and gloriously lived in.
Virginia Giuffre’s memoir is a grim indictment of Jeffrey Epstein and the cruel and powerful men (most of them still unnamed in public) who were his clients.
Two versions of “Hedda Gabler” — one gratifying, the other gauche.
Wednesday’s show proved that The Dream Syndicate more than honors both its past and present with passion and precision.
One of today’s most distinctive intellects wrestles with the internet and all its messy consequences.
The problem is that, as “Eternity” goes on, the film starts to feel as if it is taking an eternity.
The film skims across topical issues aimlessly; it strives for relevance but never achieves it.
A trio of holiday stories— two celebrate friendship, one features a stagestruck chicken.
Though none of the works exhibit the stylistic flashiness of Fernande Decruck’s better-known contemporaries, they all suggest a musician of singular—and sometimes idiosyncratic—vision.
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