Darker, more powerful, and more awesome than anyone had any right to expect, this space-set military drama boasts a gripping mythology, rip-roaring action, and characters worth getting deeply invested in.
The Time War gets a new ending, Ten meets Eleven, and all the dangling threads of the past eight years come together at last in a thrillingly satisfying 50th anniversary special.
Despite great rapport between its two leads, the latest from Bad Robot Productions feels too derivative to recommend heartily.
Hoo boy. I did not plan to get to this series this soon, but it’s been falling like a rock in the rankings thanks to its current season. It can still pull out of the tailspin (and seems to be working on it), but let’s get through this entry just focusing on the positives of Seasons 1 and 2, okay?
In which I arbitrarily rank the latest episodes of sitcoms. This week: Tatiana “Clone Club” Maslany comes to Pawnee, and a couple other shows flounder a bit.
On its surface, Mad Men is a show about terrible people getting away with whatever they like in a time of white privilege, sexism, and cigarettes. Good thing it’s SO MUCH MORE than that.
With Breaking Bad coming to a triumphant close — depending on who you ask — this past Sunday, it’s time to take immediate, knee-jerk stock of the television landscape and anoint a new MVP: Most Valuable Program. Here are 25(!) series that are vying for the prize. Let’s choose one, shall we?
And so it ends, with a surprisingly elegiac, old-school sendoff for Walter Hartwell White.
A review of The Michael J. Fox Show pilot, Pawnee goes to London, and more in a new weekly feature where I rank sitcom episodes based on my arbitrary whims.
A great long-form murder mystery is hard to pull off in the 21st century, because audiences have gotten more cynical and are quicker at putting the pieces together. With entire message boards devoted to theories and speculation as a series like Broadchurch progresses, the “big reveal” at the end will always run the risk of underwhelming (if there even IS a reveal, as The Killing learned to its peril) — but Broadchurch skirts that issue, and does so brilliantly.