Al Pacino's endless arias are the only thing that save David Mamet's Phil Spector from being mere propaganda.
A look at a hopeful documentary on gay seniors premiering at SXSW.
No need to despair and go watch Identity Thief when you can stay home and rent a Luis Bunuel flick.
Forget falling in love, the show says a whole lot more about our hidden anger
Why she’s a reformer in the church of meritocracy and not a heretic
When Marco Rubio keeps reminding everyone he likes hip-hop, who is he really speaking to?
How does the film, which defies routine criticism in many ways, hold up?
FDR ascended to the White House 80 years ago. How has his legacy—and the legacy of his landmark legislation—shifted in the years since?
House of Cards is irresistible, but by insisting that corruption, not fanaticism, is poisoning Washington, the series feels dated.
James Lasdun’s memoir on the terrifying frailty of reputation in the Internet era.
HBO's adaptation of Parade's End premieres tonight—too bad the show stole its soapy predecessor's formula but none of the fun.
Emily Bazelon's look at how bullying—once known as "kids will be kids"—came to be seen as a crisis.
You can complain all you want about the Academy Awards, but admit it. They're fun, and the griping is nearly the best part.
The general’s gone, but a new book on his big idea is essential for the coming defense debates.
Heaven help me, I'm praising Jonah Goldberg.