Despite predictable Coen and Clooney buffoonery in “Hail, Caesar!,” the filmmakers refuse to let old Hollywood and its subjects off the hook. But this unabashedly is a story that celebrates movie-making, and it’s one of their most heartfelt films to date – earnest, even.
Standout street artist and surrealist Percy Fortini-Wright is curating “Black History Matters 365,” a seven-artist exhibit opening Thursday at a Lesley University gallery.
Taciturn dudes with too much time and money lie at the heart of William Monahan’s bristling neo-noir “Mojave,” chock full of mano y mano bravado and smug self-indulgence.
Why the celebrated Alan Bennett allows a 15-year squat by an old woman never really fully gets plumbed, but happily there’s a lack of over-the-top, maudlin, sentimental schmaltz – and having Maggie Smith in the lead makes up for a lot.
We love our public radio, so attorney and improv comedian Ben Snitkoff chose well in bringing his “WIPR – Improvised Public Radio” to Central Square’s ImprovBoston for the next three Fridays.
The eighth annual Chocolate Festival is this weekend in Harvard Square, including its free Chocolate Tasting Event, but the fact is that some of this three-day extravaganza feels pretty perfunctory. Here’s what to look for to do the fest right.
The Chandler Gallery’s unsettling “Beastiary,” Lesley University’s adjunct faculty “Directions” show and Harvard’s archival trove about “Opening New Worlds” give cause to leave the apartment and a warm place to stay enlightened through the winter.
Led by two powerhouse performances from Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay, Andrew Haigh’s introspective relationship drama “45 Years” takes a tough look at marriage, aging and all the years that fall in between.
Unless you possess superhuman powers and don’t sleep, you couldn’t have seen every one of the great films of 2015. Luckily, The Brattle Theater is presenting a program called “(Some of) The Best of 2015” through Jan. 28 to help catch up.
At the core, “13 Hours” is a tale of grit, courage under fire and the semper-fi brotherhood forged between a half-dozen men who draw paychecks from the CIA to keep Ivy League-educated wonks safe in revolution-flipped Libya on the eleventh anniversary of 9/11.