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In a series of comic videos set in 2099, the multitalented artist imagines our petty future.

The photographer Ketaki Sheth stumbled upon one of the dying businesses, which have been rendered obsolete in the smartphone era--then made it her mission to commemorate them in style.

At the newly renovated Delacorte, Saheem Ali directs a celebrity-packed production that is comically inventive but rarely stirring.

The meticulous shotmaking of Michael Angelo Covino's film belies a dramatic staleness, whereas Angus MacLachlan orchestrates a powerfully understated catharsis.

Plus: the eclectic chaos of Haim, Trajal Harrell struts the catwalk at Park Avenue Armory, "Mamma Mia!" returns to Broadway, and more.

Ethan Coen, working with his wife, Tricia Cooke, endows this neo-noir comedy, about a lesbian detective, with dazzle but little more.

We all play a bit of a game when in love, don't we?

Looking closely at a few of the legendary writer's works.

His new album, "Star Line," has the difficult task of reacquainting the world with the artist after several tumultuous years.

The two young champions, who met as teen-agers, are expected to face off at this year's U.S. Open. A new book by Giri Nathan tracks their parallel ascent.