THE SWEATIEST, most homeworklike moment of any documentary is the job of setting the stakes, that necessary introduction that typically relies on sweeping generalizations about time and human nature. A six-part series on the lives of Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward, directed by and prominently featuring Ethan Hawke, could have slipped into plaintive nostalgia for a bygone era or underexamined hero worship for the two icons' towering legacies. Its title alone, The Last Movie Stars, feels a bit like a joke when articulated by a man with a lengthy section of accolades on his own Wikipedia. But the docuseries runs on Hawke's enthusiastic curiosity about his subjects. He showcases Newman's and Woodward’s work with a careful critical assessment, and the result is personal and loving, especially in the many sequences that dwell on the stars’ darker, less flattering qualities.
The series’ foundational material comes from a massive library of interviews Newman helped collect as part of a potential memoir. Although he eventually destroyed the tapes, one of his children gave Hawke boxes and boxes of transcribed interviews with over a hundred of Newman’s and Woodward’s friends, family members, and collaborators. Hawke makes two choices about those transcripts that shape what eventually becomes The Last Movie Stars: He asks other celebrities to narrate them, and he includes his conversations with these other actors about the project in the series itself.
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Trapped in Time
A woman relives the same day in a stunning Danish novel.
Polyphonic City
A SOFT, SHIMMERING beauty permeates the images of Mumbai that open Payal Kapadia's All We Imagine As Light. For all the nighttime bustle on display-the heave of people, the constant activity and chaos-Kapadia shoots with a flair for the illusory.
Lear at the Fountain of Youth
Kenneth Branagh's production is nipped, tucked, and facile.
A Belfast Lad Goes Home
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The Pluck of the Irish
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The Corner Store is like an upscale chain for downtown scene-chasers.
A Brownstone That's Pink Inside
Artist Vivian Reiss's Murray Hill house of whimsy.
These Jeans Made Me Gay
The Citizens of Humanity Horseshoe pants complete my queer style.
Manic, STONED, Throttle, No Brakes
Less than six months after her Gagosian sölu show, the artist JAMIAN JULIANO-VILLAND lost her gallery and all her money and was preparing for an exhibition with two the biggest living American artists.
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