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" 'The Devil Wears Prada' was a fairy tale with many frogs and nary a single viable Prince Charming," Justin Chang writes. The sequel grants its protagonists some romantic redemption.

In times of immense division, people are metabolizing violence through memes--pushing the A.I.-slop frontier from Charlie Kirk's assassination to the ongoing war in Iran.

The Marvel Cinematic Universe often gets the credit for revolutionizing the art of the Hollywood mega-franchise--but the "Fast and the Furious" canon is just as influential.

In Michel Hurst's pictures, men attending the annual Santa Muerte feast simmer with sex and the threat of violence.

How the shape-shifting artist radicalized art itself.

The beloved L.A. café was brought low by a bucket of moldy jam. Now it's open for dinner.

As the company she left behind celebrates its centenary, it finds itself caught between preservation and radical tradition.

Wolfgang Koeppen's "trilogy of failure," written from 1951 to 1954, is a sprawling, polyphonic portrait of a physically and morally shattered country.

Central Park flow.

A New Yorker food critic responds to a reader's baking woes.