In its final season, the series struggles to cook up something fresh, but it’s still hard to resist.
The series amounts to little more than a 14th-century version of Love Island.
Cluttered with characters and tangents, the series struggles to do justice to its twisty narrative.
The series achieves striking emotional depth in its study of violence, subjugation, and ambition.
In its third season, the series dilates the plot, letting mood and character simmer.
The series ultimately amounts to a little less than the sum of its parts.
A twisty legal thriller revolving around a murky case and morally compromised characters.
The series splashes the screen with graphic battle sequences in a way that consistently advances the plot.
The series swings deftly between glitzy fun and somber reflection.
The series lacks the craft and conviction of the shows and films it imitates.
The seven-part docuseries homes in on the health and culture surrounding saunas.
With shoddy plotting and chaotic pacing, the series falls far short of the thought-provoking satire that it aims for.
A devastating portrayal of a man both traumatized by and dependent on his abusers’ approval and attention.
For a series that features a Trump-esque tycoon in a tale of police brutality, it has very little to say.
Despite the intrigue of its nested mysteries, the series barely dips past the surface of its characters’ psyches.
The series doubles as both a high-speed comedy and a dark, biting drama.
Bodies fly, heads explode, and video game logic reigns triumphant.
The series boasts an eerie atmosphere and a thoughtful commentary on the relationship between life and art.
The series allows us to get comfortable in the familiar rhythms of a detective show just so it can then completely wrongfoot us.
With his first HBO special, the writer-comedian disarmingly balances satire, straight comedy, and old-fashioned pathos.
This romanticized series mostly suggests rather than shows the horrors of a totalitarian regime.