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.
Doctor Who has brought us some of the most creepy and menacing enemies in pop culture. This attempted to humanise one.
The Wire’s David Simon is one of the most important auteurs of his time.
Indian Summers is loaded with many of the same heavy social implications that made Downton Abbey a more complicated text than met the eye.