This year's Super Bowl ads reflect a depressed nation: We need jobs, our animals don't talk anymore and we're terrified of big butts and bad drugs. How 'bout a beer?

Pete Hamill, pitchfork in hand, will be waiting in hell for the ignorant publishers and egocentric, lazy reporters who have desecrated the noble profession of newspapering

Bart Schneider reviews Nelson Algren's book "Nonconformity: Writing on Writing".

A bad seed out there shares my uncommon name. He's on the run, and his parole officers and bill collectors are calling me.

Jessica Alba and Casey Affleck defend Winterbottom's grueling adaptation from charges of violence against women

Lauren, Kent and Robert prove their worth -- and we learn that "Hip to be Square" is unsuitable for dancing

Are you "Team Coco" on this one?

Salon staffers explain why they left that distant "Star Wars" galaxy far, far behind.

Embattled street vendors, daytime drinking, and Guy Fieri -- the best of today's newspaper food coverage

Car surfing is a howlin' good time.

"Sorry" on demand is worse than saying nothing. And yet this cultural obligation — public and private — won't die

We all need these simple lessons in the art of the public apology, as seen in the director's heartfelt admission

I pity the fools who spent 10 years turning a bad '80s memory into this 'roided-out action spectacle

Republicans have certainly been slow to stop Trump but this new ad proves they aren't pulling any punches anymore

With lead roles in three new films, Philip Seymour Hoffman, one of the great character actors of the '90s, is about to hit the big time. Are we sure we want him to?