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Despite Dwayne (the Rock) Johnson's taut performance, Benny Safdie's bio-pic about the mixed-martial-arts fighter Mark Kerr proves distanced and passionless.

And it is U.S.

A.I. is coming for knowledge work, and yet college seems to be getting easier. Does something need to change?

In the punt on the river in the cave, beneath the dim light of glowing worms, it was thoughts of my own death that consumed me.

The overwhelming delights of parenting.

How a self-appointed genius found her ideal helpmate.

Her début, "I Love Dick," was an epistolary memoir of erotic obsession that redefined the form. In "The Four Spent the Day Together," she turns another genre on its head.

Mommy Pai's serves high-octane flavors out of a fast-casual takeout window.

When I played doctor with the chatbot, the simulated patient confessed problems that are real--and that should worry all of us.

In two new historical films, "Blue Moon" and "Nouvelle Vague," the director explores the challenges of staying true to a creative vision.