Charlotte Gainsbourg’s lovely new album owes quite a bit to her wild old dad, Serge.

Ally Sheedy interrupts years of subsistence TV parts and anonymous Upper West Side living to deliver, in High Art, the performance she’s been waiting for.

Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah. This camp I'm at. Is like no uddah. While my school friends. Are taking it easy. I'm learning to be another Martin Scorsese.

A postwar landmark is losing its marbles -- and Time isn't on its side.