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At the Met, Michael Spyres uses his broad vocal range to stunning effect, but Lise Davidsen loses power when she leaves her brilliant upper register.

How the artists in this year's survey do or, more often, don't acknowledge those who paved the way for them.

A radical history of the Mets insists that baseball can still be the people's game.

Where the wild things are.

From ancient Rome to the era of A.I., people have prized originality, but the line where influence ends and cribbing begins is notoriously blurry.

The best Italian combo in the city contains no meat whatsoever.

Catherine Hyland's images show what happened after the giant migration to the cities.

In her new Marc Jacobs documentary, "Marc by Sofia," Sofia Coppola prioritizes style over substance. "The documentary nonetheless feels quite meaningful," Naomi Fry writes.

Amanda Peet writes, "I admire people who can sit with uncertainty in matters of life and death. I'm not one of them. I suck at mindfulness."

Two new historical dramas, "Two Prosecutors" and "Palestine '36," are built around courageous acts of opposition and unfold at a politically and existentially precarious moment in the 1930s.