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Fuse film critic Betsy Sherman has written a series of haiku inspired by an all-night marathon of film noir screenings.
There is a paucity of richness in The Goddess Chronicle. The myth might have been, but wasn’t, mined for tales of compassion, or inevitability of sorrow, or the psychology of misogyny or of revenge, or the strictures of fate.
Like Lo Fi High Fives, Personal Appeal might not be a “best of” per se, but it is certainly a good entry point for those who have been daunted by R. Stevie Moore’s massive and impressive back catalogue.
Scissors is a roman à clef. But Stéphane Michaka has not composed a fictionalized biography mapping out the itinerary of Raymond Carver’s life. The novelist above all focuses on the creative process in which a writer named “Raymond” is involved.
Before he was a broadcaster, Mary Glickman was one heck of an athlete, a youthful hero in New York known as “the Jewish Red Grange.”
Singer/songwriter Paula Cole’s musical and personal journey has been a long, sometimes painful hejira.
Luis Buñuel would be proud of the scabrous scene in which the Davison clan sit down to supper and the civilized bourgeois meal turns to rot before our eyes.
The understated soundtrack by Texas musician Daniel Hart and the ominous cinematography of Bradford Young complement director David Lowrey’s keen sense of pacing.
Arts Commentary: Do Boston’s Mayoral Candidates Support the Arts? Who Knows? — An Update
Those who champion the arts need to realize that talk is cheap — we have to fight to get a place at the political table.
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