This was an improved edition of the Berlin International Film Festival, and a number of films seem poised to travel widely, despite being largely ignored by the US media.
Museums, now reopened in New York, are trying to coax visitors into their galleries. With two exhibitions, it’s working.
Sundance’s strengths for me this year (as in the past) were the festival’s documentaries.
City Hall is a quiet, unsentimental celebration of civility in its many forms.
Jake Gyllenhall and company will survive this broad satiric lark, as will the art world.
Armenian cultural history has always been about survival: between Armenians preserving their art within the shifting boundaries of their homeland, and carrying their art beyond the country’s borders.
While nothing happens, there’s an understated splendor in all that’s uneventful here, so much so that I didn’t want to miss any of it.
Chi-Raq is a work of agitprop—preachy, strident, sentimental, even sacramental.
By 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.
Futurism, as the Italian proponents conceived of it, ended up not having much of a future. But its practitioners had some good days at the beginning.