Olivia Cooke and the Curious Persistence of British Talent in an Age of Algorithmic Mediocrity By Our London Bureau Chief, nursing a lukewarm pint of resignation There are moments—usually at 3 a.m. somewhere between Dubai Duty-Free and the existential dread of another delayed connection—when one wonders why the planet still exports British actresses. After all,…
Only Murders in the Building: How Three Lonely New Yorkers Became the World’s Most Relatable Diplomats By Our Bureau Chief, Still Recovering from a Long Layover in Newark It began, as most modern catastrophes do, with a podcast. Somewhere between the collapse of global supply chains and the rise of artisanal oxygen bars, three residents…
The Global Countdown to Westeros: How House of the Dragon Season 3 Became the World’s Most Expensive Collective Therapy Session Winter, that old reliable PR agent for existential dread, is still coming. Yet from the frostbitten suburbs of Helsinki to the sweat-glazed favelas of Rio, humanity has decided the best use of its remaining fossil-fuel…
It began, as all resurrections do nowadays, with a press release. Somewhere between a UN climate summit and the latest celebrity apology tour, Showtime announced that Dexter Morgan—beloved blood-spatter analyst, part-time serial killer, full-time metaphor for late-stage capitalism—would rise again in “Dexter: Resurrection.” The planet collectively rolled its eyes so hard that seismographs in Reykjavik…
