Harvey Roy Greenberg, MD

Christian Pitzold’s haunting 2019 film, based on Anna Seghel’s masterful 1942 novel.

The pleasures of a story unfolded serially are ancient and ubiquitous.

How do people with a shred or more of superego assuage the pricks of an uneasy conscience knowing they are sliding down a slippery dark slope?

Inquiring about a patient’s favorite movie sometimes proves unexpectedly revealing.

The most scorching inditement of racism yet in film. Warning: spoilers.

Bingeing on news about the latest White House rumpus has escalated exponentially since the election. Whatever their political views, patients are haunted by an inchoate sense that the wheels are coming off the car, with nary a mechanic in site.

The game looks disarmingly simple. In fact, it’s alarmingly complex.

The sequel probes the big questions without flinging them in the viewer’s face. How does memory articulate with one’s sense of origin and purpose-and, above all, of death?

King is singularly adept at capturing the vicissitudes, mores, and speech of pre-teenagers (particularly boys) throughout his writing-most notably in one of his longest novels, IT.

What one brings to the table from one’s own life may figure prominently -and poignantly -in one’s response to a film score.

The noted Israeli author's latest book is set in a 1990s second-string comedy club.

In Get Out, director/writer Justin Peele’s provocative debut, the bodies snatched are African American (mostly robust males); the cannibals of consciousness are white residents of an affluent Baltimore suburb, where the living is easy and the politics fashionably progressive.

Overbooking airline seats and bumping travelers is legal but the practice backfired on a recent United flight. Is civility dead?

Westworld-the HBO pitiless purgatory where everything goes worng!

“Election addiction disorder, undifferentiated, DSM-5A-177.6x” is characterized by an overwhelming need to watch anything and everything related to the current race for the White House, no matter how microscopic. Clinical details and prognosis are examined here.

Game of Thrones is the first of 5 novels comprising A Tale of Ice and Fire, by George M.M. Martin. The series has captivated millions of fans worldwide. I’ve unexpectedly joined them.

Depend on it: like managed care, e-prescribing will come to your neighborhood sooner or later-- and will truly constitute the law of the land. Here's guidance for the perplexed.

After serving 18 years for sexual assault and attempted murder, new DNA procedures led to Steven Avery's exoneration. Surely, he must be guilty of something.

A review of a compelling documentary on the spectacular rise and catastrophic fall of British singer Amy Winehouse, a star with an old voice in a young body.

On the heavy cost of savage warfare and its aftermath.

Neither facile liberal censure nor rabid applause from the right speak to Eastwood’s purposes in this superbly crafted picture.

The ISIS uniform is a particularly powerful weapon in its PR arsenal. . . an elegantly crafted blend of commando, ninja, and superhero. It is meant to inspire fear and trembling in its opponents, Arab or Western.

Boyhood’s power-and poignance-centrally derives from one’s visceral experience of the authentic signatures of time on its actors’ features and forms . . . life cycle theory made flesh as it were.

What psychological factors may lurk beneath endorsement of or opposition to the death penalty? This author speculates.

Media coverage of murderous rampages comprises a grisly-and vastly profitable-reality show. I’ll call it a Slaughterfest. Why do therapists continue to take part in this offensive entertainment?

Malaysia Airlines flight 370 has become our Leviathan, its passengers Leviathan’s children. In accepting our inability to draw them out of whatever deep place they may lie, lies the best hope of healing, a necessarily ambiguous closure.

Sid Caesar, who died on February 12, not only pleasured millions . . . he helped me get through a reasonably tormented adolescence.

Snuggled into their seats like swaddled babes, moviegoers' safety seems implicit. It is utterly unimaginable that danger could ever be lurking in that enchanted darkness – except for the people on the screen.

If clinicians are to take anything from the Johannesburg debacle, it is that we must be even more mindful of distress and despair. Like Poe’s purloined letter, profound sorrow may lie in plain sight under one’s clinical gaze-but not yet “thought upon.”

One is reminded of an ancient tale of 10 blind men sent by a king to describe an elephant. Whichever piece of the beast each blind man touched, so ran his faulty description. At one time or another the FBI, Army, and Hasan’s superiors each touched a piece of Nidal Hasan. Tragically, no one was able to assemble the entire frightful picture, and head him off at the pass.