Don’t be fooled by the lackluster pilot — Rachel Sennott’s 20-something comedy grows into a delusional delight.

“Fluffy chunks of brown-gray dust from all the pulped paper float down and land on my face, chest, belly. It sticks to you and looks like patchy fleece and dryer lint. Like you’re a dog with mange.”

“That bungalow was where I first read Kathryn Davis’s The Thin Place—a chorus of a novel about a small town in New England called Varennes. It features the voices of all kinds of creatures that live there: humans, yes, but also cats and dogs, beavers and moose, even lichen.”

“67,” pronounced “six seven,” spread from a rap song, through sports and social media, to classrooms and homes across the U.S. But even the artist who coined it struggles to define it.

Director Yorgos Lanthimos’ latest is about cousins who kidnap a CEO, convinced she’s an alien.

Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex, has reportedly been left worried following the news of his uncle being stripped of his “Prince” title.