Among its many grievous offenses, the Fox News Channel is engaged in an ongoing assault against truth in advertising. With a straight face, the bellowing Bill O’Reilly and lesser pipsqueaks proclaim themselves innocent of any ideology or agenda, even th

It’s not hard to imagine: Frank Capra, who directed Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and It’s a Wonderful Life, would have made Swing Vote had he lived today. He might have made this civics lesson in American politics more concise and a bit sharper, but he

 Mulder is hiding and Scully is a doctor in a Roman Catholic hospital. When an FBI agent goes missing and the only clues come from the visions of a disgraced Catholic priest, someone in the agency has the good sense to call the old team out of retire

Joe Strummer thought he could change the world through his songs. He was half right. His songs changed many people living on Earth even if the world continued on its fearful trajectory. Strummer’s sneering voice was the sharp edge of the most po

Heath Ledger proved bigger in death than he was in life during the opening weekend of The Dark Knight, with three-day ticket sales breaking record at $155.3 million. It was especially tragic because, with the strength of Ledger's unforgettable performanc

The name Walter Mirisch might not be familiar but a glance at his resume reveals some of the most familiar titles in film history. Mirisch produced Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Pink Panther, In the Heat of the Night and Some Like It Hot. But that

For me, Abba was never a guilty pleasure. They were usually a pleasure, period. Most of their hits were great little soap operas sung in Berlitz lesson English to irresistible melodies with unassailable arrangements. They were pure pop for now people in

Barack Obama has become the John F. Kennedy of our time. After two terms under Bush and the muddle of the Clinton years, Obama radiates youthful, sunny optimism and intelligence coupled with candor. He speaks in the language of hope and embodies chang

Breezy, sophisticated comedies on the ever popular subjects of sex and romance aren’t especially popular this summer—at least not with the thick-fingered men who run Hollywood or the thick-necked frans who crowd the multi-plexes to watch cars explode.

In 1944, an Englishman limps home with the aid of a cane. Held prisoner by the Germans since the early months of World War II, he had recently been freed by the advancing Allies. When he crosses the gate into his farmyard, his dog recognizes him but to