The orgy of navel-gazing is about to begin.
Something has gone terribly wrong when artistic destruction is associated with a humanitarian ethos.
What happens to an art movement dedicated to perpetual movement when the world eventually moves on?
After the recovery of missing Holocaust art from Munich, the papers have been full of breathless stories about the art's value. Is somebody missing the point?
Against the cult of novelty
100 years ago, the cult of novelty was born.
And he's more scatological than ever
Nobody among the current elite crew of megalomaniacal mixed-media artists has gone farther than Matthew Barney when it comes to rejecting the old-fashioned constraints of the art gallery in favor of the dramatic possibilities of film.
The trend of small-minded war movies continues
Last year, Walter Kirn lamented the state of the ever-shrinking American war movie.
There is one moment in The Monuments Men that is as sweet and pleasing as a fresh cupcake. It has a charm that is no small thing in the making of movies. Let’s not spoil the moment by spelling it out, let’s just admit that it employs someone named Clooney. I am happy to say that now, and happier still holding on to its memory, for apart from that this is one of the most dreadful, smug, and incoherent films I have ever seen, and a travesty of its many large subjects.
A statue has elicited nervy indignation from Wellesley students. Here's why they're not justified in their discomfort.
Two new shows highlight the hedonist asceticism of 1950s Bohemians
Jess and Peter Hujar responded to the tsunami of mid-to-late-twentieth-century art by becoming deep-sea divers, discovering strange and wonderful visions far below American culture’s roiling surfaces.