In another witty yet seemingly more polished slice of the affluent side of New York life, where the life problems involve finishing nearly decade old documentaries and deciding on whether to join a family friend at their second home in Connecticut, Noah Baumbach delivers a further anthological piece to his meditation on, not mortality, but aging. First there was Greenberg, which Mr. Ben Stiller....

The Little Death gives us a mildly fresh reprieve on the existential anxiety the Last Man faces. Here, miles above the surface of struggle on Earth, he has time to play with the variegations of sexual preferences; yes, normal sexual intercourse is no longer enough but itself must be enriched, to serve the purpose of indulging in the self. But perhaps this is too critical an indictment on what....

Abe Begalin took possession of half of an art gallery, filling that half with viscerally imposing, even daunting, monuments to an indeterminate scientific future. It is, in his own way, a contribution to science fiction which in itself is a categorization of the fantasizing of science, more or less. And with such fantasizing of science, in general, because it dwells in the imagination, it always....