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Rather than a triumphant return to form from one of horror’s greatest visionaries, Dark Glasses plays like a faded Xerox copy of director Dario Argento’s past hits.
This clever, funny, sexy series from HBO Max is my pick for the best new feel-good retro comedy of 2022.
Woody Sez falls short as a compelling chronicle of Guthie’s life and times. It becomes a sort of “greatest hits” round-up and the steady stream of music is moving and then some.
One comes away a trifle numb: in part due to the sheer number of films made; but in part both awed and terrified by Hollywood’s ability to use what were, for the most part, mediocre films to make the ravages of war not only so acceptable to the American public, but glorious.
Could there be a more appropriate way to celebrate the father of landscape architecture Frederick Law Olmsted’s 200th birthday?
“Hockey gets in the blood—you develop an intense passion for the game, and either you leave it—too many early mornings, bus rides, urine-smelling rinks—or you just love it.”
Rachel Dretzin’s superb documentary delves into a baffling question: why didn’t these cult members just get up and leave?
The cumulative effect over the course of Jhumpa Lahiri’s book sharpens our view of what the imperfect art of translation can, in fact, do.
Host Elizabeth Howard talks to author Meredith Hall about her debut novel Beneficence, which deals with a family traumatized by death of a child by a gun.
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