Amy Poehler not only delivered some of the season’s best TV, she is a shameless consumer of it.
“You don’t have to love the work of every showrunner to see what they have in common.”
In the age of creator as star, plenty of people know exactly who.
Roseanne Barr was a sitcom star, a domestic goddess, and a feminist pioneer. That was twenty years ago.
Looking at the 429 scripts bought by the four big networks this year.
Glee’s Chris Colfer has his day in New York. As told to Jada Yuan.
Can the Mad Men network survive its own success?
No, really. Profane comic Louis C.K.’s unique experiment in television making.
A hard-to-kill potted plant, gutter cafés hit the street, and more.
“I’m anal about my clothes.”
Desmond’s falls short in its attempt to re-create a certain bygone era of sophistication.
Forget ramps; the scallions have landed.
A comprehensive survey of the New York City barscape.
Readers sound off on Asian-Americans, Justin Bond, and more.
Our deliberately oversimplified guide to who falls where on our taste hierarchies.
Here, a look at 25 years of being all things to all women.
Why GOP power brokers can’t stop dreaming of the New Jersey governor.
Raj Raj, guilty by way of name-dropping.
Our roundup of news from around the city.
How scolds encourage immoral rhymes.
The man of many funny voices talks about his dead-serious documentary on the Army Corps of Engineers.
When high-tech products become old and awkward, that’s when artist Cory Arcangel gets excited.
Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris is genuinely graceful and light-footed.
Everything in Terrence Malick’s career has built toward The Tree of Life.
Whether the Mets keep or trade their superstar shortstop this season will say a lot about where the team is headed.
FoodParc will spill into its landscaped plaza with BeerParc, a nifty new addition to Manhattan’s alfresco options.
