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Impish, absurd, and entertaining, “Pavements” tosses the musical biopic into a counterfactual blender.
“Matisse in Morocco” is a 35-year labor of love, as meticulously researched as a Ph.D. thesis but without the turgid language, as charmingly composed as the travelogues of Goethe, and with characters worthy of Balzac.
I don’t know anything quite like Mehmet Ali Sanlikol’s Turko-jazz playing. (I invented the term.) I am glad it’s here for us to enjoy.
Here’s a look at the – pardon the expression – ins and outs of a very specialized industry, a story about coming of age in Boston’s long-gone Combat Zone.
“American Excursions” manages — and in a brisk fifty-nine minutes — to provide an impressive degree of racial, gender, and stylistic diversity.
The problem with “The Life of Chuck” isn’t that it’s bad, per se, but it’s nowhere near great, and that’s a waste of a lot of talent and potential. Imagine Terrence Malick’s “Tree of Life” turned into a made-for-TV after-schoolspecial.
If any of these songs get some airplay and serve as gateway drugs to the glories of the Count Basie band, I’m all for it.
“Two Strangers (Carry a Cake Across New York)” succeeds as a fun variation on the “buddy” story. The show sometimes ladles on the sugary frosting, but it’s a pretty tasty dessert.
After discarding a conventional draft — lots of explanatory narration from the author as a book’s omniscient narrator — Rachel Cockerell decided instead to create the book entirely as a collage of fragments from the historical record.
Each month, our arts critics — music, book, theater, dance, television, film, and visual arts — fire off a few brief reviews.
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