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The 1995 classic became as much a sociological phenomenon as an artistic one--but its designation as a "chick flick" belies its emotional sophistication and intelligence.

Onward and upward into 2026.

Jim Jarmusch's three-part drama, set in New Jersey, Dublin, and Paris, casts such notables as Adam Driver and Cate Blanchett in wry, ironic probes of grown children's relationships with their parents.

The print edition of Merriam-Webster was once a touchstone of authority and stability. Then the internet brought about a revolution.

In a small show at MOMA, Frankenthaler seems to make paint its own living force, untouched by the hand of an artist.

Early on, movies had no sound, but musicians provided live accompaniment. The tradition continues.

Short reviews of recent releases.

Our garments offer glimpses of the unconscious; we may also choose them because they feel nothing like us--because they allow us, briefly, to become someone else.

Rachel Sennott, the HBO series' creator and star, may be a relative newcomer to Los Angeles, but she's a native of the show's true setting: the internet.

Bénédicte Savoy is Europe's leading advocate for the repatriation of cultural heritage. Now, in the wake of a shocking heist, she's bringing her ideas to the Louvre.