The Strain knows it's a fantasy, and embraces poetic hyperbole in an aesthetic fashion similar to the more sophisticated Hannibal.
In its second season, Hemlock Grove no longer suffers from lethargic pacing, but it's also been scrubbed free of any residual weirdness.
Masters of Sex's second season is no more or less disappointing than a grand seduction that concludes with a minute-long roll in the hay.
Drab and monotonous, The Leftovers is another stultifying example of pop culture's determination to elevate potentially serviceable pulp to the realm of capital-A art.
The series is almost all build-up, a hungry anticipation for what machines can and will do, but it only has a cursory interest in the complex humans that built them.
Nothing lasts forever without repeating itself, and in its final season, True Blood seems to have exhausted its stores of surprises.
The art is the reason to see the enjoyable but egregiously slight Remembering the Artist: Robert De Niro, Sr.
Power is a warmed-over soap opera only superficially obsessed with its protagonist's relationship to guns and drugs.
Orange Is the New Black grapples with familial and societal forces in the service of an ensemble that counts among television's most engaging.
Flawed but terrifically moving, The Normal Heart is a boldly corporeal expression of gay political consciousness.
The sole redeeming quality of Rosemary's Baby may be the subconscious running commentary it offers about its own pointlessness.
Penny Dreadful is too neat, too tasteful and narcotizing, for a work that's full of diseases and serial killers and classist atrocity.
Comedy Bang! Bang! is not only not a real talk show, it's a whimsical inversion of the very idea of what a talk show is supposed to be.
Louie is akin to Seinfeld in its view of a privileged life constantly swayed by the particulars of Manhattan geography.
Maron portrays a war against self-pity that's unusually resonant for its willingness to plumb the legitimately pitiful.
In Live Another Day, time is allowed to pass between some episodes, resulting in a tighter, more action-packed storyline.
Bad Teacher dulls the satirical bite of its predecessor with stock characters and a standard episodic arc.
The final season of Californication's most irksome flaw, and there are many, is a vein of self-congratulation.
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