Pop culture is awash in boomer nostalgia, a symptom of intellectual malaise and the enduring chokehold one generation still has on what counts as worth caring about.
But sometimes, the stewards of that patrimony manage not just to preserve what was great about the things they loved as kids, but infuse them with enough new energy and meaning that they feel utterly resonant. Such is the case with “West Side Story,” Steven Spielberg’s vibrant, urgent, utterly beautiful revival of the 1961 adaptation of the 1957 Broadway musical.
