The first season of gets an image/sound presentation that’s practically beyond reproach.
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The script’s steady succession of red herrings is more tiresome than terrifying.
By stripping the gameplay out of a game that’s fleshed out by televisual tropes, the series ends up as mostly just the latter.
In its second season, Euphoria doubles down on its claim as the classiest and most artistic form of the lowbrow high school drama ever.
The thrill of the film’s craftsmanship is inseparable from its main character’s abuse.
Would that Jacob Estes had kept the particulars of his murder mystery as intricate as the sci-fi of his main characters’ communion.
Euphoria’s central relationship is luminous, but the series struggles to develop its other characters.
Netflix will release the series on May 31.
A Wrinkle in Time’s by and large cramped worlds never look like anything other than animated projections.
J.D. Dillard’s film never shows much interest in exploring how blackness can inform its genre’s tropes.