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Game 7, Celtics/Bulls (8pm) - FlyBy really isn't a big fan of surrogate Boston fans. While much more popular for the Red Sox, Harvard kids that come up here and all of a sudden think its cool to root for the Sawx and Pats and Celts are kind of annoying. But indulge them...and watch Game 7 of an epic NBA first round series between the Celtics and the Bulls...
...Beyond Here Lies Nothing,” the first song on Bob Dylan’s 33rd studio album, “Together Through Life,” opens with a cool exchange of trumpet and electric guitar, over a brilliant circular drumline. Dylan’s voice emerges with style and authority. He sings about love. He sings about desolation. He sings about life. Somehow, even after a trilogy of masterpieces—1997’s “Time Out of Mind,” 2001’s “Love and Theft...
Israel's new government is a headache the Obama Administration doesn't need. Compared with Tzipi Livni, the woman he narrowly beat out, and even Ehud Olmert, the man he succeeds, incoming Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahuis cool toward a Palestinian state. And although it includes the moderate Labor Party, Netanyahu's ruling coalition teems with right-wing figures like Foreign Minister Avigdor Lieberman, whose call for a loyalty oath directed at Israel's Arab citizens dismays even Israel's staunchest friends...
...meaningful. Finally, she puts on a fuzzy sweater, but still no pants, which tends to draw the eye downward. Being an optimist, I prepared for Gael Garcia Bernal's pantless scene, but no go. By the end of Nude's screen time, Emperor Jarmusch himself seems a lot less cool, like maybe just an arty guy, with a fantastic eye, but some limits to his control...
...decades of his work into a collective cry, this show makes you realize how rare it is to see contemporary art that attempts, much less achieves, what used to be called a tragic dimension. Irony you can find in any gallery these days, as well as low comedy, puerile cool and enigma. But in a time that has its share of suffering, where is the art that tries to strike an equivalent note? What we have almost no language for anymore, at least not in painting, is acute pain. Except in room after room of this magnificent show...