In the excellent “The Big Sick” Kumail Nanjiani tells an immigrant’s love story. His faith stays where it belongs: in the personal, not the public space.

I saw the Marx Brothers on the New York stage during the Fourth of July weekend. Well, I could have sworn they were the Marx Brothers. If one knows of them one is likely to think of Groucho, Chico, Harpo…

Does everyone have to be awful? Bill Cosby’s parenting gave me hope during my teenage years. At least the Huxtables are normal. Of course, that fiction went up in flames. Bill Cosby wasn’t the paragon of fatherly virtue he seemed to be….