Tuesday, June 24 2003
It is essentially a documented sting operation, but it is a harmless and quite enjoyable one.
Monday, June 9 2003
Six Feet Under's challenging third season reminds us that the gulf between it and rest of the widgets that pass for television shows is monumental.
Keen Eddie is breezy summer fun: fast-paced, quirky, and, a rarity in summer TV, intelligent.
Through these auditions, viewers are introduced to the one element that distinguishes Fame from similar series -- compassion.
Tuesday, June 3 2003
On the morning of 28 February 1997, the LAPD had no idea what they were in for.
Ali G misses that Americans prefer their humor compartmentalized, prefer the joke to have a beginning and end.
Monday, June 2 2003
Dissing Martha is, apparently, a good thing.
Wednesday, May 28 2003
John Drake, is about as unlike Bond as it's possible to be, the kind of agent who actually paid attention in spy school.
Monday, May 12 2003
Offers only disparate pieces of a large and complex puzzle, resulting in yet more evidence that 'drugs' inspire infatuation in outsiders.
Broads, dames, chicks: whatever you call them, women in film have historically gotten a bad deal.
Monday, May 5 2003
Tim Minear's fourth season finale of Angel makes elegant, self-conscious commentary on the ways that corporate structures frame (if not ordain) life decisions.
Monday, April 21 2003
A meditation on the song of the same name that chillingly relates the story of a lynching.
A provocative, dead-on, and hilarious political roundtable.
While hip-hop continues to accumulate force and focus to speak more truth to power, it is good, really, to see N'Bushe Wright.
Monday, March 31 2003
Wanda Sykes' new show provides a perfect stage for her one-lining sass.
Oliver Beene is strangely sterile.
As good as he tries to be, Hank comes into repeated conflict with the rapidly changing world around him.
What makes these kids primo WB material is their emotional intensity and, no small thing, their incessant desire to talk about same.
Monday, March 3 2003
Repeatedly underlines, at times subtly and others more plainly, the responsibility of living in a democracy.
Put any man, but especially a pretty man-boy, in a stylized cowboy suit and he's bound to come off looking like one of the Village People. And the Lone Ranger does.