Monday, April 27 2015
James Wood is exactly the sort of champion of belles lettres we need, and this collection is proof of it.
Like a musical, The Boy Next Door often asks us to suspend our disbelief and take a ridiculous ride to an absurd place -- in this case, a place where first editions of The Iliad actually exist.
Mommy has its memorable moments, but it's ultimately not worth the effort to watch obnoxious characters shout at each other for over two hours.
The Magic Whip is a goofy record, featuring a kind of scattershot energy that is usually only mustered by young bands just discovering their love of music for the first time.
Ava Luna's latest is as multilayered and pleasantly bewildering as the "infinite house" where it was recorded.
In April 2012, Ficremariam Ghebreyseus collapsed on the treadmill in the house he shared with wife Elizabeth Alexander. Yet her memoir stubbornly adheres to joy.
Golden may be the one record to bring Johannes Mayer (The Late Call) to wider awareness.
The shift from Portico Quartet to Portico wasn't an evolution; it was a dismantling, a removal of so much of the soul that once made them vital.
Electronic supergroup Future Brown serve up a quietly evolutionary debut that blends multi-cultural styles without sacrificing mass appeal.
If you don't like music, then you'll adore Maximum Entropy.
Friday, April 24 2015
Harrison Ford's performance in this film about a woman who doesn't age foregrounds the consideration of time and desire, how each shapes the other, and how both affect imaginative horizons.
Because it is unsure whether it wants to push the Bible or a little boy's wavering faith, Little Boy ends up giving us neither.
Instead of a potent post-war drama, first time director Russell Crowe gives us a jumbled, often incoherent attempt at an epic.
To call Ingmar Bergman's red-drenched masterpiece Cries and Whispers essential to any collection would be a serious understatement.
Numero Group’s 16-disc box set of phone calls featuring Scharpling & Wurster is both the sort of product that might have been lampooned on The Best Show on WFMU as well as a great monument to their first, weird era together.
Even when Damogen Furies starts to become overfamiliar in its spastic rhythmic explorations, Squarepusher finds a way to upset the listener's expectations.
A solid album with a number of beguiling songs and a lot of spirit, A Forest of Arms is the sound of a band well into their musical journey, with many more miles still to go.
The music sounds old, as if it was meant to be played on a 78 rpm turntable, but without the scratchiness.
Anthology serves its purpose -- that is, to compile Howe’s solo stock and spotlight him outside the confines of his day job.
Thursday, April 23 2015
Any potentially forward-thinking ideas Helicopter Mom has are drowned out in the labels the film puts on itself.