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The relationship at the heart of a new erotic thriller, starring Nicole Kidman, doesn't explode power struggles; it exists within them.

From the daily newsletter: Adam Iscoe on getting a table. Plus: right-wing reporters at the border; Trump's Cabinet picks in Washington; and Timothée Chalamet's Bob Dylan impersonation.

The actor talks with Adam Howard about playing a vampire hunter in Robert Eggers's remake of "Nosferatu." After hundreds of vampire movies, Eggers "wanted him to be scary again."

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.