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“Industry” Is a Study in Wasted Youths
In the new season of the hit HBO series, its young protagonists have left the trading floor that made them. Their second acts are revealing. Source link
The Eighty-Six Wants You to Want In
Exclusivity, like any product, gets more valuable the more people want it; it is both the cruellest and the most honest thing that a restaurant can sell. The Eighty-Six,...
What Do We Want from a Protest Song?
He is also sitting in front of a screen. “Am I the only one willin’ to bleed / Or take a bullet for bein’ free / Screamin’ ‘What the...
A Pioneer of Electronic Music Reanimates Old Songs
The project evolved out of an informal recording session. In the summer of 2025, the Copelands were offered two free days in a studio in Montreal, and they hired...
“My Father’s Shadow” Is Intensely—Yet Obliquely—Autobiographical
Most of the movie takes place in the span of a single day, and two clocks, political and personal, seem to be ticking out of synch, urgently and discordantly....
The Dance Reflections Festival Is a Gift
In what feels like a vestige from a more collaborative era, the Cuban contemporary-dance troupe Malpaso Dance Company is the product of a joint venture between an American institution—the...
In “Riot Women,” the Punks Are All Grown Up
The British drama “Riot Women” begins with a blackly comic suicide attempt. Beth (Joanna Scanlan), a teacher on what she calls “the wrong side of fifty,” burdened by loneliness,...
The Trump Administration Plays the Name Game
Puts its stamp on everything. Source link
Sundance Is a Feast of World Cinema
Manuel’s approach to narrative is as original as his sense of cinematic form, and his gift for documentary-style observation is balanced by a refined sense of style. (He sketched...
Animals Say Hello, but Do They Say Goodbye?
After I started writing this piece, I became hyperaware of the goodbyes in my life. Visiting a restaurant in Brooklyn where I used to work, I remembered that it...
Gay Figure Skaters Pave Their Own Way in “Icebreakers”
In June, 1994, I took the F train out to Coney Island to root for my friend Phil, who was skating, solo, in the Gay Games. From the bleachers...