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The first piece Kael wrote for The New Yorker, "Movies on Television," suggests why she remains a vexing influence in cinema more than a half century later.

Can the fifty-four-year-old arts hub weather the next four years?

Artificial intelligence could hollow out the media business--but it also has the power to enhance journalism.

The Michelle Williams-led series, about a woman seeking erotic fulfillment amid a terminal diagnosis, starts off as an unorthodox comedy--then deepens into something far better.

The late political scientist enjoined readers to look for opposition to authoritarian states not in revolutionary vanguards but in acts of quiet disobedience.

Peering at our relationship to technology.

Fourteen years after the Fukushima disaster, nuclear power is being rebranded as a climate savior, and fission is in fashion.

In "Darkenbloom," by the Austrian novelist Eva Menasse, the citizens of a European border town have secrets they'd prefer to forget.

Short reviews of recent releases.

Nine years after retiring his alter ego, Pat the Bunny, Patrick Schneeweis is ready to sing again.