It’s a complicated trail that hardly seems worth following.

Here’s a sentence I did not expect to write in 2016: Kevin Costner turns in a credible performance.

Steven Spielberg’s biopic of the nation’s 16th president is but a pale and fairly lifeless approximation of the conflicts that tore the nation apart.

Hope Springs could have been an effective domestic drama for the sexagenarian set, if only viewers could turn off the music.

While the week between Christmas and New Year’s is far from a dead zone for movies, most of the new fare that’s going to be brought out before year’s end has already come out, and those that the studios did save for Christmas day release look wholly uninteresting, from sequels to films that were horrible missteps to begin with, to overly earnest inspirational fare. Instead, we’ll join the living in the past bandwagon and revisit…

Texas is thawing, the Northeast is freezing, and a sort of natural order seems almost restored to the Ist-A-Verse. Almost. Londonist HQ—that is to say, the city of London—was battered by heavy winds, making it a bad time to be a twelve-meter (nearly forty-foot) tall snowman. Still, not everyone decided to keep warmly covered. Meanwhile, back indoors, the Big Brother racism is now causing all kinds of headaches for international diplomats, and Londonist got into…