President Obama isn't a ridiculous figure, like the ex-president in "Veep." But he is at risk of repeating some of her mistakes.
Ann Coulter is peddling a dull shtick, and both liberals and conservatives are falling for it.
Kind, complicated and smart: it's a lovely movie to grieve with.
What should we learn from dystopian fiction when reality is straining the limits of plausiblity.
Tying pieces of pop culture such as "Hamilton" or "Girls" too closely to any political moment ends up shrinking the work those comparisons are intended to elevate.
Political readings of work will always be stronger when critics look at aesthetics. And of course artists have ideas. That's the whole point.
The movie does a reasonably interesting job of exploring the fraught relationship between Deborah Lacks, Henrietta Lacks's daughter, and freelance science writer Rebecca Skloot.
What if an industry congratulated itself on changing the world while missing the revolution in its midst?
