Doreen St. Félix

The FX series, with its Wikipedia-page-like narrowness on the romance between John F. Kennedy, Jr., and Carolyn Bessette, excises all that contemporary drama that makes the Kennedy story, one of a relationship to a greater culture, so compelling.

On the “Midnight Sun” tour, the Swedish artist makes a comeback that feels like a début.

Her films rarely center on—or even acknowledge—her race, seemingly out of concern that focussing on identity might limit her characters’ emotional palettes. But why couldn’t it expand those palettes?

Afrika Bambaataa was one of the originators of hip-hop. Now he haunts the genre.

Spirit Airlines was a mess. But it was also an icon of budget travel, facilitating a kind of low-grade freedom for the masses.

Aleshea Harris takes the religious undercurrents of Alice Walker’s “The Color Purple” and dirties them, wisely, in her new revenge thriller.

During a historic heat wave, air-conditioning has become the linchpin of an intensifying political debate in France.

The content from “The Whoopi Monologues” planted the seed of Whoopi Goldberg’s Hollywood stardom. A Lincoln Center production frames its revival as the source of something matrilineal.

Trump’s devoted aide, who is said to follow the President around with a printer, does not seem to be driven by the conventional desires for wealth and power.

There comes a moment, looking at the artist’s dense worlds, in a new exhibit at the Whitney, when the eye stops decoding and the mind begins to surrender.