This hilarious, oddly literary satire, now in its second season on HBO Max, brings the bite of Norman Lear to outlandish reflections on American inequality.
Jeannie Suk Gersen on abortion and the Supreme Court; Josephine Baker célébrée; black, white, and red all over; when ball is life; the cinema of Kenny G.
Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization is an open challenge to the Court’s authority, and perhaps broadly reflects a spirit of legal self-help that is running through the land.
Brian Bouillon-Baker—one of the twelve children of the St. Louis-born entertainer, French Resistance fighter, and destroyer of stereotypes—visits France’s hall of “great men” for the induction of his Maman, the first woman of color to be so honored.
The artist Fred Tomaselli spent the pandemic painting psychedelic designs and collaging over front pages of the Times—surreally mismatching headlines and photos, like the late Barry the Central Park Owl with the chaotic Afghanistan withdrawal—now on display in a digital gallery show.
Andrew Kuo and Ben Detrick, the authors of the new book “The Joy of Basketball,” watch the Knicks play a lousy game against the Rockets and expound on why the team, like Fran Lebowitz and the bacon, egg, and cheese, reflect New York’s id.
On the occasion of the documentary “Listening to Kenny G,” the smooth-jazz saxophonist (or is he the Fabio of music?) serenaded startled tourists, security guards, and a small dog in a Manhattan mall.
Anthology Film Archives screens a near-complete retrospective of the photographer’s films, including the bio-pic “Leadbelly” and the private-eye thriller “Shaft.”
After closing in 2019, the adored neighborhood restaurant has opened in a new West Village location, where the chef continues to serve signature dishes such as Insalata di Cavolo, pan-fried gnocchi, and Pollo al Forno.
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