Ten years after the hit series debuted, television’s reliance on rape culture still feels exploitative.
Why literary novels about wrenching events are taking more and more cues from crime writing
By the time you understand the billionaire’s motives, you’ve already been trolled.
This year’s Academy Awards tried to be like a movie. So we tried to review it like one.
When Youn Yuh-jung collected her latest trophy for Minari, she showed everyone why she keeps winning.
Theaters barely survived the pandemic and can’t wait to welcome audiences back. Here’s what you can expect when you return.
All season long, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier asked not only what it meant for a Black man to inherit the storied shield—it asked whether the shield was worthy of him.
Mare of Easttown, starring Kate Winslet as a Delaware County detective, is brilliantly specific in its portrayal of a community. More of its peers should follow suit.
Michelle Zauner’s Crying in H Mart shows the possibilities and limitations of the food memoir.
American culture is becoming more and more preoccupied with nature. What if all the celebrations of the wild world are actually manifestations of grief?
Cultural portrayals of hoarding tend to invite pity rather than empathy, revulsion rather than self-reflection. A new entrant in the field masterfully refocuses the lens.
More Black storytellers are turning to the horror genre to unpack the traumas of racism. But some viewers are growing tired of these stories.
Television, of late, has been obsessing over technological advances that don’t yet exist—rather than the innovations that are already changing our romantic lives.
The singer’s rerecording of her second album makes a statement about her past—and delivers a blow to her rivals.
The rapper, who has died at age 50, used his gruff voice to project strength—even as he spoke honestly about human weakness.
For decades, the media have chronicled a Hollywood mega-producer’s reputation as a bully—and even praised him for it.
A short story
“Weddings are public; marriages are supposed to be private, or so I always thought.”
In the ornately violent AMC series Gangs of London, even the pigeons are on cocaine.
A new entry into the literature of work makes an uneasy case for small acts of reclamation.