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Two debut big band albums, one traditional and one progressive, are blowing in hot in the dead of winter.
As a dick-waving demonstration of fascist corporate and political power, “Melania” would make a great double bill with Pasolini’s “Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom.”
If there’s anything the U.S. needs in 2026, it’s a recovery of Lincolnesque values—resolve, common sense, understanding, and charity. If such a renewal can get some impetus and sense of direction from a new recording, so much the better.
Each month, our arts critics — music, book, theater, dance, television, film, and visual arts — fire off a few brief reviews.
Our expert critics supply a guide to film, visual art, theater, author readings, television, and music. More offerings will be added as they come in.
In secret and in exile, the power of cinema prevails at the Boston Festival of Films from Iran.
It’s hard to argue that the decision to forge careers as composer-pianists in the teeth of fin de siècle misogyny and rock-set views of musical gender roles wasn’t an act of defiance.
If there is power in being invited, for the space of 80 minutes, to suspend our fear of where things are going, this show is a place where we can feel safe to do just that.
Some might complain that the essays have not aged well since they deal with thinkers who are no longer fashionable or who wrote at a time very different from our own. But it’s the contrast between their time and ours that makes them interesting as well as problematic.
The sitcom tropes encourage director Sam Raimi to unleash his utterly demented black humor sensibilities.
Classical Music Commentary: Boston’s Lost Opportunity — How the BSO Board Chose Charles Munch over Leonard Bernstein