In the new Saw movie, Chris Rock pivots from comedy to torture porn disguised as political commentary.
A spate of recent works—some memoiristic, some fictional—points to how uniquely teachers and mentors can manipulate their power.
The HBO Max series finally gives a stellar performer the kind of role she deserves. It also slyly questions what took TV so long.
The writer Morgan Thomas on desire and risk
She’s always been an A-lister. But her new film, Those Who Wish Me Dead, reflects Hollywood’s impulse to stifle female action heroes once they hit a certain age.
Directed by Barry Jenkins, the visually stunning series depicts the landscape—its terrain, its sounds, its emotional significance—with rare complexity.
Our culture is pettily vindictive in part because it is unequal. But we cannot punish our way to a more just society.
Twenty years ago, fashion lost the visionary designer—and prophet—behind P-Funk and Kiss.
The artist’s new record—and the accidental controversy it caused—shows how mysteriousness can be a kind of defensiveness.
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.