A complete wrap-up of the day's coverage.
Earlier this season, we half-hoped The Wire would end with Omar driving to Jersey, hobbling into a diner, and gunning down Tony Soprano and his family.
Debating the Legacy of ‘The Wire’: Did Season Five Tarnish the Show That Invented the Dickensian Aspect Ratio?
"Boy, David Chase should feel like a chump."
"Show, don't tell!"
Just how interesting is an art exhibit called “Gray” featuring paintings that are, for the most part, gray?
No offense to the excellent rabble-rousers over at Gawker, but we'd answer that question with a chuckle and a dismissive wave of the hand.
We're a long way from the days where the only place to see SNL cast members outside the show were Lorne Michaels’s shitty spinoff cash-ins
There's not much of a percentage in debunking Holocaust memoirs, apparently.
It's really easy to hate on Ryan Seacrest. But we like him.
Krens will continue to do what he does best: sullying the Guggenheim’s good name.
The Times investigates "art anxiety," or, as we call it, "being chickenshit."
New York classical critic Justin Davidson on the historic concert and its aftermath.
Its much-debated ending may have been the key.
We give Jenny 8. Lee a piece of our mind about New York flicks.
This isn't a Veggie Tales movie, Warner Bros.!
Lois Lowry thought she was writing a simple blog post. The Pottersphere proved her wrong.
An improv troupe outshines a big-budget London premiere.
10,000 posts, every one of them hilarious.
A Vulture slideshow.
And what's that clicking sound?
Sadly, the shows will not be judged by animatronic Randys, Simons, and Paulas.
At what point is a star so unstarry — or so crazy — that it's not worth casting him?
Will we follow through on our pledge not to make fun of him for six months?
"I would hate me if I were them, but I'm not, so I love me!"
There's a bit of a Ratmansky-gasm going on in the city right now.