Richard Milford had four wives, plenty of enemies, and a remarkable talent for making people want him dead. Nafissa Thompson-Spires turns his murder into a wickedly funny mystery where everyone has a story.
Billy Crystal lost the home he’d lived in for 46 years, then lost his best friend, Rob Reiner. His new Broadway show, 860, is how he’s working through both.
Elsie Fitzpatrick has spent decades hiding her past, and the seven-year-old across the road is not helping. Mad Mabel by Sally Hepworth is a mystery with a grump worth rooting for.
Rocket science is hard enough without adding magic, murder, and pirate treasure to the equation. The Starseekers is wildly imaginative, occasionally overstuffed, and still a pretty fun ride.
Some marriages have red flags. This one had an actual bullet. Freida McFadden's Brain Damage asks what happens when the person hunting you might be the one you trust most.
A perfect Beverly Hills marriage, a dead first wife, and one very suspicious housewife. I thought I knew where The Housewife was going, but this twisty domestic thriller had other plans.
A luxury influencer yacht, a billionaire boss, and a hurricane trapping everyone at sea? The Last Time We Drowned turns curated paradise into a claustrophobic nightmare with better lighting.
Models Inc. was messy, glamorous, wildly overdramatic 1990s soap perfection. Aaron Spelling turned a modeling agency into a runway-adjacent crime scene, and honestly, television was better for it.
I have never found a dead body, and I’d love to keep that streak alive. But as someone who watches too much true crime, I have wondered: if a normal walk suddenly turns crime-scene-adjacent, what are you actually...
A new Vought Rising teaser takes us back to the early days of Vought, where the costumes are sharper, the secrets are darker, and the supes are already a problem.
Three people were in that car. Only Mackenzie Shirilla got a documentary — Dominic Russo and Davion Flanagane deserved more. What else was left out of The Crash?