The scope and the questions here are nothing new, but Werner Herzog’s laid-back yet probing style and quest for getting at the human condition and effects of a digital sphere enveloping society is nothing short of infectious. (It’s viral, if you will.)
“Florence Foster Jenkins” has a mood as tone deaf as its main character, and neither Meryl Streep nor Hugh Grant come off well in this tale of a turn-of-the-century socialite and amateur soprano who made it to Carnegie Hall with money and self-deception, not talent.
When Norman Lear got CBS to greenlight “All in the Family,” it changed the landscape of TV forever. As one talking head in this affectionate documentary says, the history of television can be broken into two periods: “Before Norman and After Norman.”
How “Ab Fab” will perform as a film will be based on the nostalgic returns of folks here who recall the England of Margaret Thatcher, when satire with a side of feminine sophomoric silliness felt free and liberating. Saunders and Lumley pucker up and give it a game go.
True to the “post-‘Crimes and Misdemeanors’ law” that every third film’s a winner, Woody Allen rings the bell with “Café Society,” a nostalgic nod to growing up a Jew in New York City and the dawn of the Hollywood studio era.
The directors of “Swiss Army Man” have tapped into something original and moving in this story of a castaway’s journey, but it comes with a touch of magical realism – and a lot of flatulence and erections.
Todd Solondz’s films have always been about the quiet struggles in dark corners, but “Wiener-Dog” – a sequel of sorts to “Welcome to the Dollhouse” from 1995 – is both touching and acrid, and it resurrects a favorite character from the film.
A bid for $25 million in state funding for infrastructure such as roads and a dedicated sewer connection comes at a crucial time for future development in the NorthPoint neighborhood off East Cambridge.
Danish auteur Nicolas Winding Refn tosses “All About Eve” into the blender with alluring moodiness and bloody malice in this rapturous, sometimes ingeniously inane, tale of superficial nihilism and the obsessive pursuit of perfection.
Fresh on the heels of opening the first section of the Grand Junction Path in Kendall Square for bicyclists, walkers, joggers and inline skaters, the city is putting money down in North Cambridge for land intended to be another crucial section of path.