Every Christmas, while much of America is wrestling with wrapping paper, tangled lights, and relatives who insist the turkey is “a little dry,” My wife and I proudly uphold one of the oldest and most sacred Jewish holiday traditions: a movie theater and Chinese food. This ritual is not optional. It is not flexible. It ranks right up there with bar and bat mitzvahs, breaking the glass at a wedding, and hiding the matzoh at Passover on the list of sacred Jewish traditions. In

Aside from my writing over on KinersKorner.com about baseball, I like to kick back here on my author site and tackle a little movie or TV review now and then. So, spoiler alert: if you haven’t seen A House of Dynamite yet, bookmark this, go watch it, then come back and yell at me in the comments. Now that’s out of the way, I have to say how utterly, catastrophically, jaw-droppingly disappointed I am in this film. And let me tell you, my expectations were high. Kathryn Bigelo

Some of you know I’ve been a Springsteen fan for as long as I can remember. One of the first concerts I ever took my wife to , back when we were still dating , was Bruce’s No Nukes concert, the moment he truly arrived on the national stage. That night cemented something for both of us: the music, the energy, the sense that Bruce was telling important stories, too. My obsession with him has only deepened over the years . I once wrote a college paper comparing The Price You Pay