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The FX series "Adults," which is returning for a second season, won't restore the genre to its normcore roots--but, happily, it has no interest in doing so.

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It was the end of the world, and a number of us had gathered in a large, abandoned house.

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With "It Ends," Alex Ullom takes his place in a cohort of young horror directors who are translating the anxieties of their generation to the big screen--and upending the film landscape while they're at it.

In the city's burnt neighborhoods, rebuilding is brutally expensive. Now residents have turned to a lost art: moving entire houses to their vacant lots.

The idea that Canada could join the E.U. used to be a fringe topic of conversation. Donald Trump's trade war with the country has pushed it into the mainstream.

Both sides agree that Clancy killed her children. But neither can offer a satisfactory explanation for why--and that vacuum has fuelled sympathy, vilification, and conspiracy theories.

It wasn't enough to sing of God's love, Dolly Parton felt she had to share it. And share it she did.

The poet joins Kevin Young to read and discuss "My Great-Grandmother's bible," by Spencer Reece, and his own poem "The Bats."