Pop music, on its own terms, is often an ephemeral pleasure, but A Mess of Help: From the Crucified Soul of Rock N’ Roll shows us how to look at it and then through it to things that really matter, the words that could be, in so many songs, a message from outside our narrow selves, from someone who loves us.
…it wasn’t until I experienced for myself the extent of the repetition and revision of painting the same few objects over and over again—the bones, the flowers, the mountains, the doors—that I understood the collective effect of a long career and close collaboration in not only documenting, but defining a place and time. →
Interstellar extends the tradition of science fiction films that underscore the moral condition of the human within a technologically savvy narrative, and it is the antithesis of Alfonso Cuarón’s Gravity. →
Absent a flashy visual style, Citizenfour may seem like an easy movie to make, but Laura Poitras’ “privileged access” to Edward Snowden reminds viewers that the pursuit of this controversial story was propelled by her strong ideology and her uniqueness, unteachable in film school. →
Democratic, yet class-haunted—as all the service professions are—political, but neutral ground, you can talk about anything in a barbershop, even in Tajikistan. And while you’re sitting there, everyone else is doing the same thing, everywhere around this planet. Sitting, safe for the moment, ready for the blade. →
My wider life experiences—Bugs Bunny and History of Italian Opera and hating piano lessons and studying art history and and being ashamed of my elitism and being fiercely protective of the possibilities of art—don’t displace my experience of opera: they augment it. →
“Mid-century Modern designers never expected their post-war homes to be temporary dwellings, replaced cheaply in just a few decades. But they also could not have pictured that the light of those floor-to-ceiling windows and the open-concept floor plan would nurse a woman back to health from cancer.” →