Tragic timeliness and timelessness doesn’t make up for the scrawniness of Richard Greenberg’s play.
It emerges as an almost wistful hour, to be filed, after a truly disheartening season, under “too little, too late.”
Suits’s semi-smart, buoyant originality has been largely replaced with predictable dialogue and broadly painted personality types.
Much like its intellectually brilliant but absent-minded protagonist, it seems to file away storylines only to move on and forget where they were.
Aside from its clumsy comic turns, the film’s chief problem is the basic conception of the lead character.
Sopranos director Allen Coulter gives us a taste of what the darker Luck many of us had been wishing for might have been like.
As in creator David Milch’s previous HBO shows, one of Luck’s central themes concerns the building of a community.
There’s no getting around the fact that this week’s episode of Luck was overstuffed with exposition.
Milch-speak, as it’s referred to, is made more impenetrable in Luck than it is in his period-accurate Deadwood.
These horses aren’t just lucky talismans; they also possess a purity of spirit that rehabilitates many of the show’s jaded characters.
Writer-director Sally Potter seems curiously entertained by the most pedestrian performances.
Tricia O’Kelley’s Sylvia Miller isn’t the dullest person in Weather Girl.