July 18, 2013

new york movies

The Missing Person at Critic’s Notebook:

Rosow dreams of his dead wife posed in a recreation of Edward Hopper’s New York Movie” with the addition of a dreamy indoor fall of ash — a miraculous visual. Later, a child’s rough recreation of the same painting triggers a moment of contrition. Eventually three unlikely characters find shared ground in the jazz of saxophonist Joe Lovano. All around Rosow, art is doing what it does: healing. It even heals him.


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