1,920 stories by "Arts Fuse Editor"
All of three of these ballets adapted the classical vocabulary and demonstrated that constant evolution is what keeps classicism alive.
We are given a priceless opportunity to see how Matisse's mind worked and the ways his creative process unfolded.
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
A Dark Song's terror lies in its slow, intense build and its overarching sense of doom.
This Sleeping Beauty teaches the audience that fussy costumes and wigs and long-winded storytelling are the apex of ballet.
Lydia R. Diamond's dialogue is funny and cutting; when it needs to it digs deep, mining gems of psychological insight.
My 80-Year-Old Boyfriend is a joyous delight, an irresistible reminder that time flies.
This thoroughly cockamamy world offers the kind of guilty pleasure that you hope never ends.
Alannah Hopkin demonstrates a near impeccable sense of craft, including a talent for coming up with surprises.
Many of the poems live up to the title's shout-out to Walt Whitman, cutting through the current political miasma with fresh wit, insight, and lyrical outrage.
This is sweet and haunting music; and, like rose oil, it lingers.
This is the largest exhibition of Botticelli paintings ever mounted in North America. Bigger may not always be better, but this is a gorgeous show.
Dancer/choreographer Maureen Fleming's highly distinctive style of movement is unforgettable.
Margaret Atwood's novel turns out to have been far more clairvoyant than even she believed it would be.
IRNE critics argue about what we think are the best, the brightest, and the most award worthy of these dozens and dozens of productions.
If you have a hankering for a new "found-footage" film, then Phoenix Forgotten will feed your retro-appetite.
Sara Baume's sophomore novel insists that we rethink the value of empathy: depend on it, yes, but also be suspicious.
There are documentary films for all tastes this year.
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
While calling this Ben Wheatley's most violent film may be debatable, Free Fire is absolutely the one most riddled with gunshots.
What could easily have become a dense, jargon-filled work of cultural psychology instead reads like a thoughtful conversation.
I try to be optimistic, but it's hard not to observe that the jazz club scene in eastern Massachusetts is worse than it's been in decades.
MartÃn Espada's lyricism sings deeply in the key of loss, turning the anguish of social and personal histories into hope.
Paradise's central conflict and the performances in the Underground Railway Theater production are damn good.
Klaus Merz's cunning, compressed prose invites us to listen for the sounds of the inexpressible, the other side of life.
