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Who is Nastier--The Killer Elite of “Gangs of London” or the Mafiosi of “The Sopranos”?

Who is Nastier--The Killer Elite of “Gangs of London” or the Mafiosi of “The Sopranos”?

Ultimately, it may come down to the role of the common meat cleaver in crime dramas. (Well, perhaps they’re not so common. My domicile lacks one.) Whether in a kitchen or in a plastic-lined car trunk, the gleaming instruments are used, as one corporal in “The Sopranos” notes, for

Lainey Wilson Is the Childless Cat Lady Country Needs

Lainey Wilson Is the Childless Cat Lady Country Needs

It’s true that despite the headline above, I have never seen country singer-songwriter Lainey Wilson posing with a feline. But who can resist putting the boot into the determinedly pubescent twerp that is J.D. Vance? His stupidly mocking phrase, as echoed up top, has become encoded as a

Brits To the Rescue: "Slow Horses" Remounts With Elan

Brits To the Rescue: "Slow Horses" Remounts With Elan

Is there anything more modern—after the now-requisite whinging about the price of everything—than exchanging notes with our fellow cyber-citizens about what to stream? It’s the kind of thing that can take a dinner party (you know, those formerly regular gatherings of like-minded persons to compare dietary restrictions)

The film says: “It Ends With Us”; The Cast Says, “Don’t You Start With Me”

The film says: “It Ends With Us”; The Cast Says, “Don’t You Start With Me”

One thing I can tell you, that Blake Lively sure can swim. Before we get into the squabbling referenced in the headline above, let’s just be clear on that. It’s a minor part of a skill set that’s making her a full-on star the old-fashioned way—she’

White Boy In the Hood…the Day After Dr. King Was Slain

White Boy In the Hood…the Day After Dr. King Was Slain

It was about half past eight in the morning of April 5, 1968, when the young white woman rushed into our college Religion class. I identify her as such because of what she said next. The words came out in a tumble but the context was obvious. The night before,

"We'll Sleep When We're Dead!" Tim Walz, Warren Zevon and Tenderness On the Block

"We'll Sleep When We're Dead!" Tim Walz, Warren Zevon and Tenderness On the Block

Look at him there, all but skipping across the stage in Eau Claire, Wisconsin. He seems ready to deal with whatever comes next, including taunting his opposite-number VP candidate JD Vance in a debate CBS has proffered: “See you October, 1, JD,” Walz tossed out, and now it’s booked.

Dystopia Comes to the Stadium

Dystopia Comes to the Stadium

To be sure, we live in distressing times. We’ve been in entropy’s grip ever more frighteningly since January 6—as Trump feasibly plans a 2025 re-iteration--and it took the grim events of October 7 and beyond to catastrophically highlight the depths of man’s inhumanity to man. (And