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Score status at the start of overtime: three letters.

The Michigan Senate primary race between Haley Stevens and Abdul El-Sayed reflects the Democrats' growing ideological schism, but it's also a contest of competing campaign styles.

Also: France in Westchester at Caramoor, a taut "Henry VI," Djo's pop-rock spark, and more.

Like many culture-war issues, the divide over whether or not to recline your seat on an airplane has material causes.

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Ahead of hosting the World Cup championship match, New Yorkers gathered in crowded bars and restaurants, sometimes overflowing onto street corners, to follow the twists and turns of the tournament.

You can now make a virtual replica of a loved one. The question is what it can give you in return.

Usually, when I informed a guy that I had a type, that I couldn't help whom I was or wasn't attracted to, he moved on. Not you.

Before he had any interest in movies, Rohmer was a writer, and his 1946 début is a fine-grained vision of small-town lives in prewar France.