Serves as both memoir and confessional of an artist who doesn’t need to prove anything – yet still feels like he must.

The most depressing of the series yet, but still one of the best reads out there.

A loving tribute to Fred Rogers that reminds us that kindness – and sweaters – never go out of style.

Ebony Flowers’ impressive debut is a celebration of black hair in all its natural, pressed and relaxed glories.

A modern fable about reinvention and lost privilege in the face of opportunity and loneliness.

Exploitative, crass and offensive on every possible level; the worst film Zemeckis has ever done.

A lackluster game selection and poor emulation make this PlayStation throwback a mediocre cash grab.

Bad indexing and questionable data can’t derail this otherwise informative collection of gaming history.

A sequel that goes the distance, both as metaphor for intergenerational inheritance and individual self-worth.

A mediocre, largely forgettable attempt at Southern Gothic nihilism that’s more filler than thriller.