The single best thing about episode three of A Murder At The End Of The World (aside from the episode-ending event really pushing this story into overdrive) is how smartly and clearly it depicts what would happen in real life if someone tried to play Poirot with a bunch of people they barely knew, right after processing a horrific death in a remote location. Namely, everyone else would back the hell away from that person, trust the authority in charge, and alternate between pity and unease every time the accusing party walked into the room.

[Netflix’s newest teen series, Heartstopper, released its entire first season today. This is the first of eight reviews that I’ve written and published today for you to have as a companion for your journey through Charlie and Nick’s story—you can find all of these reviews at my Episodic Archive page for the series.] Heartstopper is at its heart a romantic story, but it begins in the aftermath of a tragic one.

When I first began blogging about theater over 12 years ago, the way to get a good review was to make me feel something. That's why I called myself The Sappy Critic. While my tastes have refined in a dozen years, thankfully and regrettably, I am far more likely to overlook other flaws if a show or a performance can move me. Fortunately, in the case of recently appointed Patricia A.

Sooner or later, clones always end up making out with themselves. It’s a concept I can respect but never entirely understand; I know myself, sure, and I know what I like and don’t like, but that’s not enough to make me look into my own reflection and start thinking of pick-up lines. But sci-fi is full of horny clones, and it was probably only a matter of time before the two Beths started getting frisky.

Yesterday afternoon, Apple made an announcement: after releasing episodes of Ted Lasso’s third season at 9pm eastern on Tuesdays since it premiered in March, they were switching course for the finale. “So Long, Farewell,” the series’ longest episode yet, would instead be going live at 9pm pacific. It’s a baffling decision, on a number of levels—I know I saw plenty of tweets of frustrated fans who didn’t see the announcement earlier in the day and had clearly organized their evenings around watching it before bed.