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Echo’s Bones is a fascinating immersion, somewhat inept in its means, but sincere and gravely serious, in a subject that Samuel Beckett made increasingly his own.
Read MoreIn red gloves and dark glasses, popping and locking, the Wondertwins are both imposing humans and robotic objects, organic and mechanical reproduction.
Read More“It was an unusual time in music when the-powers-that-be were very hands-off. They left the art to the artists.”
Read MoreArts Fuse critics select the best in music, film, theater, visual arts, author readings, and dance that’s coming up in the next week.
Read MoreBy the end of the documentary, you’re in no doubt that Whitey Bulger was beneath dignity. Though not in his own eyes. There’s even vanity left in a crook who trims his white beard so scrupulously.
Read MoreClassic rock (which is really a radio format, not a musical genre) is a strange animal, which has spawned an audience that apparently cares more about hit songs and memories than about who’s actually onstage.
Read MoreMay Odyssey Opera continue gracing Boston’s opera scene for seasons to come with such delightful performances as this.
Read MoreRufus Wainwright is like that: unfiltered family love and dysfunction threaded through whammo pop tunes wrapped in the sequins of more than a little clear-to-those-who-know celebrity.
Read MoreHe knew what he wanted to do, he did it, and he took millions along for the ride.
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Arts Commentary & CD Reviews: On The Kennedy Center, Ben Folds, & Gustav Mahler