The German pope never wrote his press. Others did, and chose cliché. What a difference an encyclical makes.
Norwegian Linn Ullmann packs her story of detection and remorse with a whole lotta Ibsen.
Not very dangerous. Not much of a mind. Still, fun to watch.
Until 1998, the bomb was a toy for Christians and atheists only. Now, Hindus and Muslims have a passkey.
At a Rome restaurant, Italy's generation gap is all about cars — until you dig deeper.
Christine Ricci, that little terrorist, has her way with a movie.
Morocco can double for a emirate, but Budapest can’t play Rome. Milan maybe, but not Rome — something the “Munich” director should know.
Woodward's first two post-9/11 books examine how the U.S. decided to attack Afghanistan, and the (applauded) Bush consensus.
Too bad Paul N. and Jack N. never made it into the same movie.
Francine Prose approaches pre-9/11 America with breezy, comic gusto. But there's a lot that isn't funny.
Cynthia Ozick assembles a wild cast, including destructive fathers and compromised suitors in this 1930s epic.