Television
Maybe being quarantined for so long has taken its toll, but Hollywood satisfies well enough as a vibrant escape to glamorous parties filled with scheming executives and hot-to-trot actors on the make.
Never Have I Ever suffers from an identity crisis: the show doesn’t want to face that it is just another Netflix teen comedy, albeit with its share of engaging moments.
Mrs. America is well written and beautifully acted (generally), but its real power stems less from its entertainment value than in how it reveals how little has changed for women since the ’70s.
Blood Sugar Rising deals with difficult subject matter, but steel yourself to view this engaging and educational look at a growing public health crisis.
In its 4th season, Insecure remains a hilarious look at the lives of black millennials growing up in Los Angeles.
One thing that gives Marc Maron’s comedy a certain punch is that he is an equal-opportunity crank.
Killing Eve is as exciting and compelling as ever. But its narrative structure is becoming somewhat fractured and increasingly odd.
For those averse to sports, The English Game is focused more on attitudes and mores of the time than on the game itself.
The pace of this superb mini-series is keyed to generating intimacy with the characters and their struggles.
What’s so appealing about Tiger King? Perhaps it is that the lurid goings-on are so distinctively American.
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