HBO’S Barry has finally started to hit its stride as a mirthfully dark comedy/drama.
Is it all, from here on out, to be about Daenerys v. John Snow for the Iron Throne?
Crashing shows us how Holmes’s innate sweetness and affability carries him through the awkwardness and indignities of being a working comedian.
The series presents plausible, relatable social situations within a weird, dark, quasi-magical framework.
Shrill picks up narrative strength once we see Annie slowly come to terms with the yawning gap between who she is and who she has been told to be by her family, her friends, and society at large.
Maya Erskine and Anna Konkle turn in frequently hilarious but vulnerable performances as their adolescent counterparts.
What’s a band of re-orphaned misfits to do? Dance away the pain, obviously.
This season of True Detective explores the figure of the cop as a permanently haunted man.
Russian Doll is television made to be savored.
I find it a little disturbing how The Soprano’s themes seem to have culminated in the election of our current President.