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.

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.

Bazzers, no less, on where we go when we write.

On loving and hating, and loving, the New York football Jets.

I got the Timbs on for RJ Barrett (and SGA) at the FIBA tuneup friendly between Germany and Team Canada.

A late defence of Kendall Roy, reluctant villain.