“Better Call Saul” is the kind of episode that made me get interested in television in the first place.
It allows all of the characters to step back for a second and breathe, something they very much need after the events of the first six episodes.
Father issues are to the Lost flashback what cancer is to a diagnosis on House.
“Peekaboo” asks a question that’s been hovering around the periphery of the series since it began and asks it fairly directly.
Michael Emerson maybe has the trickiest part to play on Lost.
There’s a lot going on in “Breakage,” even if the pace remains as deliberate as the rest of the season has.
What is the formula that drives most TV series but a pleasant form of inevitability.
If the United States makes it easy to follow a certain path to some form of success, it also makes it a little too easy for someone to get lost.
One of the more enervating things about Lost is the way that it will occasionally mistake name checking, say, a famous philosopher for depth.
The season finales of Big Love often have a bit of an out-of-control feel to them.
Walt’s a man heading into uncertainty, and all the planning in the world isn’t going to change that.
The series finale is about as audacious and ambitious a piece of television as I’ve ever seen.
One of the things that makes “Namaste” so much fun is the way it convolutes itself within the timeline we’ve already seen.
One of the things that sets Breaking Bad apart from most other drama series at its level of quality is its scale.
No matter how devoted you are to your creed (be it religious or otherwise), you’re always going to let it down.
If I have one concern about the finale next week, it’s that the show will not be able to find an ultimate meaning for the character of Baltar.
One of the things that draws me to the medium of television is the way a series can show the process of doing something.
“Rough Edges” just plunges forward, pell-mell, not terribly concerned with if it makes a lot of sense.
To a real degree, I’m willing to give the show a lot of slack because it’s a story still in search of an ending.
Let us now sing the praises of Josh Holloway and Elizabeth Mitchell.