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"The Brutalist," the director's nearly four-hour study of immigration, identity, and marriage, flowed from his own struggle to create art without compromise. "You really have to dare to suck to transcend," he said.

On Chris Wray's self-defenestration and the dilemma of being on the pugilistic President-elect's target list.

After the fall of Bashar al-Assad, the country tries to discern the fate of people the regime locked away.

After the fall of Bashar al-Assad, the country begins trying to unearth secrets that the regime kept hidden.

If Trump's pick for F.B.I. head gets confirmed, the Bureau could be politicized in ways that even its notorious first director would have rejected.

The trial over the death of Jordan Neely, which made Penny a right-wing cause célèbre, became a flash point in the debate over crime and vigilantism in big cities.

As a pro-crypto Administration prepares to take power and crypto investors cheer, there are some parallels with the dot-com boom of the late nineties.

A new kind of prosthetic limb depends on carbon fibre and computer chips--and the reëngineering of muscles, tendons, and bone.

Halina Reijn has always loved the genre--and revelled in creating a steamy melodrama for Nicole Kidman in which the protagonist is "greedy," "dark," and "wrong."

Rashid Johnson, who is preparing for a major mid-career show at the Guggenheim, explores depths of masculine vulnerability that few of his contemporaries have touched.