Robert May’s Kids for Cash, Sebastián Lelio’s Gloria, Razvan Radulescu’s Child’s Pose
Pete’s fingers can strum no longer, but, thanks to him, people around the world can have many “singing tomorrows.”
MFAs aren’t a problem: it’s artists being content with what they know.
The worlds of Sholem Aleichem.
The Brooklyn Museum’s massive show of war photography is a wasted opportunity.
Treme is an understated and deeply melancholic patchwork of American stubbornness.
The teenpop of the teens has proved discomfiting, like the dead brought back to life.