Australia’s version of The Office needs to knock off for the day
It seems like the work of an amateur suburban theatre group: too contrived, too set-up, too much ‘big’ acting.
It seems like the work of an amateur suburban theatre group: too contrived, too set-up, too much ‘big’ acting.
A spellbinding new series on SBS explores the stormy and passionate romance between musical icon Leonard Cohen and Marianne Ihlen.
It’s more surprising than I was prepared for, exasperating at times and, damn its soapy soul, wonderfully watchable. Anna Torv is the standout.
With a round of applause please welcome back Michael Connelly’s Mickey Haller, the Lincoln Lawyer, and another of his entertaining quests for justice in a treacherous Los Angeles.
A Netflix series and documentary have revived global interest in Erik and Lyle Menendez, who blasted their allegedly abusive parents to death with shotguns while they sat watching TV in 1989.
A brilliant new series on Binge spares no blushes in its ruthless skewering of the bloated superhero movie industry.
Despite my long-held misgivings about the horror genre, I was sucked in to this series across the first two short episodes.
Wyatt Earp and the Cowboy War offers a mashup of fact and fiction to tell the story of the legendary lawman of the American old west.
The Sopranos is arguably the greatest TV series ever made, but it came close to never existing in the first place.
The Paris Murders is fresh and well, French, in that indefinable way that combines balanced coolness with charm.
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