The HBO film’s ostensible authenticity does little to add dramatic heft to its stock character moments.
The series is unable to render any of the visual imagination its source material practically begs for.
The miniseries transforms Agatha Christie’s novel into a formulaic, adamantly bleak exercise.
The series operates in the same world-weary register as its superior predecessors.
The show’s compelling core narrative can become overwhelmed by tangential storylines.
Black Monday dabbles in farce, social commentary, and character study, without managing to establish a coherent point of view.
Season three of True Detective plays to the first season’s strengths, but it also feels like an admission of defeat.
Whatever assemblage of parts make up an individual viewer's experience of Bandersnatch, it represents the best and worst of Black Mirror.