Roy Cohn was much more pernicious than Joe McCarthy because he was far more adept at undercutting the relevance of so-called American values.
To its credit, this “true crime” documentary treats the tragedy of each victim with empathy and respect.
During a period when we are facing a ferocious pandemic, the biggest Civil Rights movement since the ’60s, and the possibility of flying snakes, it is the perfect time to remake the cheery The Baby-Sitters Club.
The opportunity to see the culture-changing Broadway phenomenon Hamilton on Disney Plus, sucked up all the arts oxygen over the Fourth of July weekend.
As a potentially thoughtful drama (hey, this is PBS) set during a revolutionary and colonialist era, Beecham House falls as flat as papadum.
It has its flaws, but Love, Victor is a fun teen rom-com hat isn’t entirely rosy.
From the mid-’60s to around 1972, Laurel Canyon became the epicenter of a magical musical interlude that gave birth to some of the most iconic and timeless music of a generation.
Maybe Space Force will figure out what kind of comedy it is and launch into a rejuvenated second season turn. Though that assumes it will get a second season.
Much of the fun of Ramy comes from its deadpan embrace of heightened absurdity.
Was this alternate history lesson too much of a downer for viewers weighed down by the burdens of their own unexpected rendezvous with history?