Mike Flanagan reimagines Poe’s oeuvre as a nimble, tonally capacious collection of fables.
Mike Flanagan’s Midnight Mass exudes a narcotic pull in everything from its aesthetics to monologues that suggest the weight of confession.
Stacy Title’s The Bye Bye Man ends up succeeding most deftly as an advertisement for on-campus housing.
The series finale is about as audacious and ambitious a piece of television as I’ve ever seen.
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.
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.
I’ve speculated before that the show’s writers are interested in their mythology, but probably not as interested as their fans are.
Genre fiction requires the infodump.
Battlestar has always had a weakness for Big! Shocking! Moments! that turn out to just be dreams.
The episode is like a primer as to why we came to love all of these characters in the first place.
Tony Scott relocates our sense of real-world helplessness to realms of deluded fantasy.
Starbuck’s death resonated with the characters who cared about her most.