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A Broadway revival arrives at a moment when paranoia plots are everywhere.

In "The Score," the philosopher C. Thi Nguyen argues that play is the meaning of life.

Can you make a longer word with each new letter?

Also: Bang on a Can and St. Vincent in Richard Foreman's "What to Wear," the celestial folk of Cassandra Jenkins, Jennifer Wilson and Richard Brody on comfort in the cold weather, and more.

Pixar movie whose title robot's name is an acronym: five letters.

In two portraits of seafaring religious zealots, the directors Lav Diaz and Mona Fastvold employ bold formal devices to hold their protagonists at a compelling remove.

It's as if the show's creators absorbed every important conversation in health care today--and somehow transfigured it into good television.

There's no Trump Doctrine, just a map of the world that the President wants to write his name on in big gold letters.

In muckily deliberative masterworks such as "Sátántangó" and "The Turin Horse," the Hungarian director monumentalized the process of decay and the passage of time.

From the daily newsletter: the city is reeling after another act of state violence.