I think I fell in love with Newcastle United … in Frankfurt.

Brady Corbet’s monster of a film ends up eating itself alive.

Winter is for stumbling into theatres and keeping your jacket on. I saw Queer and A Different Man.

Spurs poop the bed, again, and Juan Soto chooses the Mets.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall/ Who’s the streamiest of them all?

Industry’s third season accurately predicts an ugly and desperate world.

The sensational Drake Maye, the Knicks in theory, and the defensive perils of Ange-Ball.

Fans and cynics alike deserve better than Folie à Deux.

I finally did it, ma! I reverse-drafted myself an NFL allegiance.

On loving and hating Luca Guadagnino’s Challengers.

This week in Yankee baseball: a fond farewell to one of the great play-callers in the game.

To the colleague that declared ‘La Chimera’ the cinema event of the year.

Wrigley here I come.

Nicholas Cage does what he can, and that’s always plenty, under the circumstances.

A recent ‘Friday the 13th’ marathon at the Rollberg was the most fun I’ve had at the movies — ever.

Notes from the 2024 Berlinale, and other places.

Both Eileen, an adaptation, and Priscilla, Sofia Coppola’s noble attempt to rock the House of Elvis, lack decay.

Once a Patriot, always a Patriot?

Hollywood has … a social justice problem.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, live at the Columbiahalle, reminded the rebels of their roots.