The series is a polished genre exercise with characters that feel like predigested tropes.
After two episodes full of deliberate but pulse-quickening pacing, “Sine Qua Non” feels a little scattered.
This is easily the best of the early season, two-part action spectacles Doctor Who has yet offered up.
Recount is the sort of movie that might have been mounted by a studio with hopes of Oscar success 20 years ago.
Charlie Wilson’s War at least understood itself as a caricature, whereas Recount behaves as if it were the real deal.
The episode is a killer setup for this type of two-parter, which always grabs a couple pre-midseason slots.
The episode zip along with verve, finding little time for the character moments the last few episodes have been filled with.
What is it about science fiction that makes it a genre uniquely qualified to concern itself with ideas and questions about the afterlife?
“Planet of the Ood” is a really strange episode (and yes—I had to restrain myself from describing it as odd).
Survivor: Micronesia – Fans vs. Favorites started off with a whimper.
The episode tinkers with a spot in the season where similar installments have been little more than clever dives into pseudohistory.
I don’t know another way to say this, so I’m just gonna get it out there.
Anime’s accessibility comes from a suspension of disbelief.
The publicly gregarious and preternaturally confident Bobby Valentine is given a tad-too-slick ESPN-produced encomium.
This is probably one of those episodes that most of the diehard fans will hate because it’s a little strange.
After more or less trashing “Voyage of the Damned” last week, it’d be all too easy to start a trend by picking apart Season Four’s first proper episode.
watch it because of the plaid. It’s all about the plaid.
Given its ratings success, there’s every indication that Torchwood will be returning for a third season.
“The Ties That Bind” is probably the most Cally-centric episode of the show’s run.
The annual Christmas specials are appetizers dished up to satiate diners between the seasonal main courses.
Chris Chibnall puts that old chestnut, your life flashing before your eyes just before you die, to good use in “Fragments.”