A Jewish wedding forms the opening frame of indie film-maker Todd Solondz’s film, Dark Horse. Guests are seen dancing to the sound of loud music pumping, all with the exception of Abe (Jordan Gelber) and Miranda (Selma Blair), who are sitting awkwardly next to each other at a table, barely communicating.
A Jewish wedding forms the opening frame of indie film-maker Todd Solondz's film, Dark Horse. Guests are seen dancing to the sound of loud music pumping, all with the exception of Abe (Jordan Gelber) and Miranda (Selma Blair), who are sitting awkwardly next to each other at a table, barely communicating.
If you enjoyed last year’s first instalment of ITV1’s prime-time documentary about the Manchester Jewish community, you will probably have enjoyed this two-parter, screened on successive nights this week, as it was identical to the first programme in most respects.
David Bomberg was one of Anglo-Jewry’s greatest artists. Although when he died in 1957, his name was little-known, the publication of a monograph about him in 1987 and a major exhibition at Tate Britain in 1988 finally brought the admiration his work deserved.
A new exhibition at the Ben Uri Gallery highlights the work of the German Jewish émigré artist Dodo Burgner. Do not worry if you have not heard of her because the exhibition, which has come from the National Museum of Berlin, is the first ever show of her work to take place in the UK. Indeed, her name was unknown in the art world before 2009 when examples of her images came up at auction.
To say that Itzik Galili is busy would be an understatement. The Israeli choreographer has broken through spectacularly in the UK in 2012 — there have been four premieres of his work performed by companies as prestigious as the Rambert Dance Company and the English National Ballet.
When Letty Aronson was a little girl, her brother used her in his magic act. Not to pass the props or hold the rabbit, but to distract the audience’s attention from whatever the boy magician — one Allen Konigsberg — was doing.
Once every four years, a gentleman from Kalamazoo, Michigan, approaches a concert pianist and hands over an envelope. Inside it is the Gilmore Award: a cheque for a dizzying $300,000. And that is just the start: the winner can also expect top-level performing and recording opportunities galore. But its recipients are chosen in secret, with no clue that the prize is coming their way.