In spite of its righteous indignation, Nightbitch heels instead of getting too messy.
Despite some improvements that streamline the storytelling, the series is still trying to do a little too much all at once.
The series returns with a sharp third season that mines immense humor from the Sisyphean pursuits of its characters.
The Afterparty attempts a deceptively tricky balancing act between murder mystery and comedy.
The film is almost sadistically driven to turn a woman’s trip down memory lane into fodder for cringe humor.
Everything here wraps up as tidily as it does in your average Hallmark Channel movie.
Downhill never makes much of an impact as it moves from one mildly amusing cringe-comedy set piece to the next.
The series is decidedly unambitious and ends before it ever really gets off the ground.
The film is a curiously anodyne affair that proposes the distinctly unenlightening idea that the medicine against despair is just a little R&R.