The Heartrending Movies of John Cazale
With his sallow face and boulder-like forehead, John Cazale was one of the indelible character actors of the nineteen-seventies, but his…
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With his sallow face and boulder-like forehead, John Cazale was one of the indelible character actors of the nineteen-seventies, but his…
Summer is a season ripe for scandal; people tend to be overheated and understimulated, looking to mist their crisping minds with idle…
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High-stakes competition makes for high drama in “F1 the Movie” (June 27), directed by Joseph Kosinski, starring Brad Pitt as a Formula One…
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I met Alva Rogers years ago, through a mutual friend, and her various incarnations—actress, singer, artistic director, writer,…
I’m a sucker for guided tours. I love a CliffsNotes condensation of a place. All of Rome in ninety minutes gave me a Visigothic sense of…
All this may seem to imply some deeper judgment about the city—that I think it’s wanton and unregulated, a “Where’s Waldo?” of Boschian…
In the lushly pleasurable Bobby Darin bio-musical “Just in Time,” by Warren Leight and Isaac Oliver, the director Alex Timbers ensconces…
For many years, the term Afrobeats, referring to a West African pop style that integrates dancehall, rap, and R. & B. with traditional…
In the nineteen-seventies, U.C.L.A.’s Ethno-Communications program, founded to increase minority enrollment, attracted a critical mass of…
Jane Bua Bua writes about classical music for Goings On. Among the most notable opening lines in literature is undoubtedly that of Herman…
Hilton Als Staff writer In 1971, the painter, quilter, and children’s-book author Faith Ringgold went to prison. She was not incarcerated;…
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The first time he tried to kill red, he brought a box cutter. The wounds were almost fifty feet long combined—clearly, he didn’t want to…
Not every filmmaker is a cinephile, but, among those who are, that passion can manifest itself in unexpected ways. The driving pleasure of…
My friend Sukrit invited me to India. His mother lived in Delhi. He said I should get out of England and give my eyes something new to…
Shauna Lyon Editor, Goings On In anticipation of the hundredth anniversary of The New Yorker, I’ve been looking back at old issues,…
As genres go, Italian still-life painting isn’t a ghost town, exactly, but it evokes more than its share of dust and tumbleweeds. It’s…
The first challenge is deciding what to call her. She is encircled by famous surnames—men jousting over her identity. A lustrous scion of…