When it comes to good television, right now the United States seems to have to turn abroad to find it.
The sheer number of Washington insiders to appear in this film is pretty mindboggling.
On Jessica Jones, the trauma is present from the start and so is the recovery.
There’s something oddly fitting about namechecking a tower of balls covered in spun sugar as a response to a terrorist organization determined to assert itself as a worldwide caliphate.
In art, the antidote to terror isn’t necessarily harmony, or beauty, or calm. Sometimes it’s plain old stupidity.
Ansari is filming a programme about the Indian-American immigrant experience, about what it’s like to be a man of colour in the US, even about what it’s like to be a man of colour in theatre and television.
Please Like Me is just as tender, wry, and thoughtful as ever.
This is a television show about secrets.
We have reached Peak Rebook, a point beyond which we surely cannot possibly go any further.
We can’t get Stewart back again, but we weren’t looking for a Stewart replacement in the first place.