This 34-minute film is eminently worthy of its Academy Award for Best Short Film in 1956 and its reputation as one of the Great Films. If you have a child handy — or want to reconnect with the child in you…
She died in 1992. Thirty years later, she has a cult. Join it?
My favorite film of 2022 is “Living,” a film I haven’t seen. (It’s in very few theaters and isn’t streaming yet.) It stars Bill Nighy, and if you’ll watch the trailer, you’ll also be eager to see it.
Stephen King: “On rare occasions I read a book that reminds me of why I fell in love with storytelling in the first place. This is such a book.”
“L’Atalante” is on almost every critic’s list of the “best 100 movies of all time.” Few Americans know about it. Fewer have seen it. Give it 87 minutes, and you’ll see why it’s cherished.
I watched the second half of “The Fabelmans” as the story of a bullied Jewish teenager. Then I thought of “The Chocolate War,” one of the most banned YA books. In both, the bullied kid asks, “Do I dare to disturb the universe?” — and does.
An announcer on the local classical music station said, “For most people, this is flu season. For us, it’s the season of oratorios.” True. I’ve heard “The Messiah” twice already and the “Hallelujah Chorus” three times, and it’s early days. Maybe it would be good to step back, and read the story of music. This book soars.
A documentary about… origami. Why? Because you will walk around for days with fresh eyes, briefly released from the tyranny of news.
Two auctions in the last week. One was the biggest sale in the history of art auctions.
Something happened at the Marion Williams concert, something magical and, I want to say, chemical, because I was flying as I walked home. And I stayed high for weeks.
Boomers understand that the JFK assassination — 59 years ago — is the first and deepest trauma of their lives.
“My Neighbor Totoro” was released in 1988. A huge hit. 34 years later, it has opened — as a play — in London. Again, a triumph. While we wait for it to here, please stream the movie. It’s not “just for children.” To experience it is to have a brush with joy. And who doesn’t want that?
I sit with my trunk of ghosts, my pen, to put down those long-ago days in Moonstone, Colorado, to report at last certain crimes, my own included, of the heart and worse, and how they tried to smash us.
Arthur Miller wrote the quintessential plays of his generation, but almost no one knows about his one and only novel.
‘At the Edge of History, the Wind Is Blowing in Our Faces.’ a Cellist Plays Bach in a Forest. Bruce and Bono: Who Paid for Dinner? Liz Truss: Russian Asset? ‘Vem Kan Segla Förutan Vind.’ Easy Weekend Recipe.
Michaels, a restaurant. Michael’s, a media cafeteria. And.. Michael’s, a very useful cookbook.