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At a new establishment, the chefs behind the hit Ha's Snack Bar are pushing past the hype, with food that is no less thrilling.

The FX series, with its Wikipedia-page-like narrowness on the romance between John F. Kennedy, Jr., and Carolyn Bessette, excises all that contemporary drama that makes the Kennedy story, one of a relationship to a greater culture, so compelling.

I spent years searching for a livable secular world view, but none of them quite offered the value of belief.

Arthur Tress's new book, "The Ramble, NYC 1969," provides a view into a world otherwise all but invisible to passersby.

The English director Bart Layton's new film reveals a shaky grasp of L.A. but a pleasingly deep knowledge of noir.

The New Yorker critics Richard Brody and Alexandra Schwartz discuss the year's best offerings, and how films seem to be getting better these days.

For aspiring writers, the rooms of literary figures--Virginia Woolf, Maya Angelou, Joan Didion--are talismanic sites. But the quest to find the ideal creative space is often self-defeating, Joshua Rothman writes.

Also: Valentine's songs for the ages.

Product-liability lawsuits can bring justice for people harmed by corporate failure. But a complicated, opaque process provides opportunities for con artists.

The pop star's new film parodies documentaries that sanitize their celebrity subjects--but her satire isn't any more satisfying.