My first boyfriend was a juicer. Steroids were the drug of choice at my high school, having washed into the Canadian suburbs in the…
Imagine going to a play and finding yourself wearing headphones, sitting in a “power circle” of 15-20 people, and readying yourself for a “soul…
If you're planning on attending any of the Jewish Music Festival's myriad concerts this week solely to soak in some sentimental Klezmer songs that'll…
In addition to their many other virtues, Jennifer Reeves' avant-garde films are a poetic response to a violent, deranged world. Lest that sound soft…
Many of us are cultural orphans, ethnic mutts at least a generation removed from the music that coursed through our ancestors' veins. We've stood…
Although the Rural Route Film Festival was born in New York, its organizers weren't — they're all transplants from small towns across our fertile…
Danny Hoch looks like your average white guy in a track suit. But inside those pedestrian racing stripes is something Berkeley Rep director Tony…
Bruce McClure isn't a filmmaker so much as a conjurer and a catalyst. Every McClure show — or “projector performance” — is a hands-on…
There are few sacred cows more deserving of tribute than Lawrence Ferlinghetti. In 1953, he gave us the first all-paperback bookstore in the country;…
First-person documentaries, especially those with a messy confessional streak, are all too often the cinematic equivalent of brain-dulling junk food. Yet they manage to…
