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"Big Kiss, Bye Bye" is a portrait of frustrated intimacy--and the ungovernable force of a woman's mind.

The playwright Samuel D. Hunter tailors a family drama to the actress's specific gifts; at Powerhouse: International, the artist Carolina Bianchi explores violence against women.

What's happening this season in music, movies, television, dance, art, and theatre.

The first feature by the Portuguese filmmaker Marta Mateus, featuring nonprofessional actors in natural settings, explores and expands modern traditions of political cinema.

A new wave of digital tools has emerged to help citizens monitor Trump's crackdown. But internet surveillance can also be used against you.

The Atlantic C.E.O.--and author of "The Running Ground"--discusses four books about how demanding physical pursuits can change your life.

In 1988, when the British government declared that the voices of Sinn Féin or I.R.A. leaders were not to be heard, broadcasters soon discovered a loophole.

The latest reanimation of Mary Shelley's classic tale, starring Oscar Isaac and Jacob Elordi, is a labyrinthine tour of a filmmaker's career-long obsessions.

Five family members, murdered. A sixth in prison for life. It's one of Britain's most infamous crimes. But did the justice system get it wrong? "Blood Relatives," a six-part series from In the Dark, is coming on October 28th.

One day, Heidi gets a call from Wakefield Prison, where Jeremy Bamber remains locked up, forty years after the murders. He's one of the nation's most reviled villains. But he insists he's innocent.