AVClub: You can hardly make a crime drama anymore with any life in it. Everyone is cornered by circumstance. Nobody has any perspective. The world is a bunch of Ahabs at various stations, all of them offering occasional disquisitions on the nature of man or society. And whatever happens will be the only thing that could have happened, a determinism either of philosophy (True Detective) or politics (American Crime). But it’s worth saying that some dramas handle heaviness better than others. The two I mentioned droop only from the mass and force of all their animating ideas. The real problem for the genre is a dour face on an empty head.
The Doomsday Cult of Antares De La Luz Review: The documentary explores how the cult members were coerced in the group and made accomplice of heinous crimes.
Don’t let the cringey awkwardness of The Office fool you: Michael Scott would actually be the perfect boss.
City Hunter Review: The manga adaptation unravels the tragic beginning of Ryo Saeba and Kaori Makimura's partnership.
