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In 1979, a minister received a telegram from Iranian militants who had taken hostages in the American Embassy, inviting him to perform Christmas services. Two days later, he was inside.

"No, I'm doomscrolling. You're using memes to dissociate. There's a big difference."

What does parading nominees around Capitol Hill before their confirmation hearings actually accomplish?

Wid Lyman, who tries to document crossings on the southern border, is one of a growing number of citizen journalists who portray immigrants with a sense of menace.

In his latest film, the director Brady Corbet depicts the fate of a brilliant Hungarian architect, who lands in the United States after surviving Buchenwald.

Also: A private-school meltdown in "Eureka Day," jam rock comes to town, Richard Brody reviews "Babygirl" and "A Complete Unknown," and more.

This year's standout productions ran the gamut from outrageously fabulous to quasi-religious in feeling.

From the daily newsletter: David Remnick on a surreal year. Plus: a cancer-causing virus hiding in millions of Americans; learning from the failures of the Arab Spring; and the afterimage of Arlene Croce.

Timothée Chalamet's performance is a remarkable act of mimicry that reveals little of the real Bob Dylan.

The Islamic Republic is weaker--on multiple fronts--than it's been in nearly half a century.