Keaton is Birdman, Montreal is Charlie, and we are all… under surveillance? Your guide to Montreal culture is back and better than ever.
Xavier Dolan’s leap into the mainstream with Elephant Song comes up short against a lacklustre script and shrill melodramatics.
Sparks fly as a manic free-spirit meets a jaded middle-class couple in Centaur’s production of The Goodnight Bird.
As The Gazette loses more blood, Matthew Hays pays tribute to two departing heavy hitters and asks what’s next for Montreal’s English-language daily.
Actor Damien Atkins wants to believe. But does his one-man-show have enough of the X-Files Factor to convince the skeptics?
As The Interview is released on DVD, we ask whether it was all worth it.
Poet Zachariah Wells isn’t one to shy away from an argument. His collection of critical writing Career Limiting Moves is at once pugnacious, hilarious, and illuminating.
Much news from the book publishing industry is dire. Here’s an exciting exception, and it’s 100 per cent Montreal. Great translation ideas and more fiction.
Set among Mile End’s ultra-orthodox Jewish community, Felix et Meira is a timely and sensitive study of love versus duty.
Persephone’s latest show, The Nisei and the Narnauk’s, uses puppets, myth and music to explore Canada’s internment of Japanese-heritage citizens. It’s so good we reviewed it twice.
Whether from Montreal or the world beyond, the spring books lineup features burgeoning stars as well as veterans who’ve kept us waiting for more. Adam Lawrence picks his top 10.
As American Sniper continues to fuel controversy, Adam Lawrence gets its woolly and evasive philosophy in his sights.
No relation to the infamous title it shares, Karl Ove Knausgaard’s My Struggle is a humane, beautifully crafted literary meditation on the deeper meaning of ordinary.
Three plays on Montreal stages this week – The Medea Effect, Terminus, The Nisei and the Narnauks – use myth to show the unshowable and speak the unspeakable.
Terminus is a poetic, devilishly inventive evening of Irish story-telling that’s not for the faint of heart – or the inattentive.