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

A time-out for the NBA, happy holidays for the NFL, and other gut feelings.

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

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

I watched sports in weird places, and wished there was tanking in the Premier League.

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.

Why I (ahem) very briefly considered rooting for the Cowboys, this season and beyond.

On loving Jude Bellingham, hating super-clubs, and rooting for the Three Lions again.

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.

Juan Soto, Opening Day, and victory once more over the pagan Astros.

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.