Montreal was still reeling from Expo 67, mini-skirts were turning heads, pot was definitely not medicinal, and the world was headed to California when The Graduate hit movie screens. The zeitgeist of the time was change. When the world was moving fast and everything seemed possible, The Graduate manifested all of its conflicts, not to mention scandal, hope and pure exuberance.
There isn’t a hint of social realism or documentary in the collection. Ms. Rutenberg’s travels were clearly motivated by the search for startling images. Nor is there a trace of cliché. Even the much-photographed Percé Rock looks fresh, shot from a distance across textured strips of ice and open water, against a background of a cement-coloured sky and a few lonely clouds.
Now one year old, the Artefact nights at Le Bleury and Cabaret Underworld offer a rare space in Montreal for sophisticated and experimental explorations of breakbeat genres.
At World Press Photo, the best talents wield the camera not as an indifferent eye, but an instrument that reveals, often tenderly, the complexity of the world and who we are.
Instead of focussing on Gandhi’s role in the Indian Independence Movement, Gandhi en guise d’autobiographie delves into his spiritual life, his search for truth, and fight against hatred. Gandhi in his own words if he were alive.
The PQ’S Charte des valeurs may be dead, but its origins aren’t. L’Urgence de penser is a collection of essays written mostly by sovereignists opposed to the charter.
The Mary Ann Lacey Trio played it cool with a lineup of good old classic jazz standards over at the House of Jazz.
Working for the UN in Jerusalem during the Gaza offensive, I found the organization’s neutrality attacked from both sides. But what does it mean to be neutral in a humanitarian crisis?
Montreal’s Brave New Productions have increased their exposure with four new premieres at Mainline Theatre, including the current double bill running until August 30.
The Lion King has now surpassed The Phantom of the Opera to become the highest grossing Broadway musical in history, having been seen by some 45 million people in 12 countries.
Photos to change the world, a flamenco fiesta on Bernard Street, an ephemeral temple to water on Esplanade Clark, urban Pow Wow Step, and more: check out Rover’s #ListMTL.
This is the first time I have attended a production by the Montreal Shakespeare Theatre Company, and it was a pleasure to see one of my favourite plays, Julius Caesar, on the boards.
Magic, myth and history are interwoven in a tapestry of predominantly female voices, in the story the story of a US Virgin Islands sea captain, his tantalizing daughter, his pregnant social climbing wife, and his equally pregnant oseah mistress.
Soulpepper Repertory Theatre’s brilliant rendition of Molière’s Tartuffe should not be missed by any Montreal theatre enthusiasts travelling to Toronto.
That first night we stayed at the Sunrise Motel in Cody, Wyoming, the town built by Buffalo Bill. One year, the Hell’s Angels and Bandidos had both booked into the motel on their way to the Harley Davidson convention. Police from a hundred mile radius had surrounded the motel to keep the peace.