On March 8th, International Women’s Day, when McDonald’s flipped its arches and Vladimir Putin expressed “our enchantment” with women’s “beauty and tenderness,” Emily Wilson, the classics scholar and translator of Homer, spent part of the day on Twitter. In sentences Read More …
Van Morrison’s “Astral Weeks” has always seemed like a fluke. In November, 1968, the irascible songwriter from Belfast released a jazz-influenced acoustic song cycle that featured minimal percussion, an upright bass, flute, harpsichord, vibraphone, strings, and stream-of-consciousness lyrics about being Read More …
The piece of fatberg was slightly smaller than a loaf of bread and looked like it might have come from the moon. It was putty-colored and marked everywhere with geological-looking indentations, including a cluster of fingerprints from when it was Read More …
The notion of personal cinema, which is at the heart of American independent filmmaking, is based on the idea of experience. It has been central to moviemaking since, more than sixty years ago, a group of twentyish young French fanatics Read More …
On Wednesday night, eager for a preview of public-affairs programming in the post-apocalypse, I switched on “The Late Show with Stephen Colbert,” which was débuting a double act. Michael Avenatti, the lawyer zealously representing Stormy Daniels, gained Colbert’s stage alongside Read More …
Fox Sports started Wednesday’s broadcast of its pre-game show, titled “2018 FIFA World Cup Live,” with a dynamic montage recounting France’s semifinal victory over Belgium at St. Petersburg Stadium. Samuel Umtiti glanced a header into the net from three angles; Read More …
I don’t stream music. I fear that may sound sanctimonious or smug, but I don’t mean it that way. I understand the value and utility of these services, and I am glad for the pleasures that they offer to others. Read More …
It is often mentioned that Hope Hicks, the departing White House communications director, used to model, a fact that seems of little relevance to her political life. But it does perhaps help to explain the photo of Hicks, taken by Read More …
The first glimpse the audience gets of Reynolds Woodcock in “Phantom Thread” is not as we will come to know him, armored in ruthless grace, but as a fragile man. On a stool, wearing a white shirt, he slides red Read More …