The show’s central story resonates most when it shows us its beating heart.
If nothing else, Peacock’s Dr. Death has been smartly calibrated for its intended audience.
The film’s flashbacks, which are either too clipped or excessively scored, effectively step on the actors’ toes.
Instead of using the titular metaphor as a means to seek deeper, darker ends, Isabel Coixet proceeds to restate it over and over again.
Tolerance in the film doesn’t so much suggest a recognizably real epiphany as it does a moving Hallmark card.
Freak Show helps to confirm an unofficial rule about the series at large: The more a season actively utilizes its chosen setting, the better it is.
The episode is intended to remind audiences who Freak Show’s denizens precisely are before a break for the Thanksgiving holiday.
If there’s any ambiguity to be found in the film’s prolonged last gasps, it’s of a mawkish and unpalatable variety.
The film is a return to form for its director, and the first truly satisfying vehicle for its star.