The new Billy Crystal and Josh Gad comedy The Comedians boasts razor-sharp performances, but is ultimately toothless.
American Odyssey aspires toward ideological complexity, but its simplistic notions of good and evil undermine those ambitions.
A cynic might view the episode as fan service, but that would discount the faltering pathways that led to the poise these characters display here.
“Daddy Issues” is all about boundaries and how quickly they can dissolve.
Like much of this season of Girl, the episode focuses on the gap between how we see ourselves and how others see us.
The Returned works best in its quieter, more contemplative moments, as the living struggle with how to reintegrate the returned into their lives.
“Ask Me My Name” traces the course of a single night that spirals unpredictably out of control.
“Close-Up” begins with a tender portrait of romantic devotion that the episode slowly, cunningly upends.
Picking up immediately where last week’s episode left off, “Sit-In” an impeccably constructed tour de force.
As it fixates on a set of characters languishing in their current situations, the episode locates the genuine comfort that clichés can offer us.
The episode’s title is an acknowledgement of the agency wielded by the show’s core group of women.
Girls’s attempts at eliciting our empathy for a privileged coterie of navel-gazers can sometimes verge on the indulgent.
The series has always been prone to creative experimentation, but it’s never been as pervasive, or as successful, as it is here.
Even if “Iowa” is a workhorse of an episode, it bodes well for what comes next.
The exuberant depiction of female kinship as being inextricably bound to the anarchy of daily living gives the series its unexpected sweetness.
Even as the series begins to show its age, Archer’s commitment to character ensures that these episodes never feel too familiar.
It seems primed to capitalize on its strengths, namely a terrific cast and snappy writing that exudes warmth while eschewing treacle.
The series has settled into a relaxed middle age, and one of the pleasures of tuning in at this late stage is the comfort of the familiar.
If nothing else, There Will Be Blood has been a boon to the T-shirt industry.