Viewed today, the 1979 movie, starring Sally Field, is most striking in its suggestion that no struggle can take place alone.

Whatever the reason—ostentatious littering, the mad desire for a furtive lockdown high—nitrous-oxide cannisters are ubiquitous in London this summer.

They volunteered during the New York City surge—then returned home to watch the virus come to them.

While Trump flails in the pandemic, the military’s builders are getting it done.

What is all the scrubbing, soaping, moisturizing, and deodorizing really doing for the body’s largest organ?

Early-two-thousands drama with the theme song “California”: five letters.

With New York movie theatres closed, drive-ins, including the Warwick, upstate, and the Skyline, in Greenpoint, are thriving, offering familiar films and such new releases as “Relic” and “She Dies Tomorrow.”

“The Line,” a play of communal horror, follows health-care workers battling COVID-19, and Hannibal Buress’s new special turns a police encounter into comedy and catharsis.

With a reading list ranging from W. E. B. Du Bois to Kendrick Lamar, a remote class teaches Philadelphia teens how to express their frustration with society—including, in some cases, their schools.

“So, Mitsuko says, how long have you been sleeping with my son? Or is it casual? Not really, I say.”