“You know my methods. Apply them, and it will be instructive to compare results.”
Ah, Harlots. Rarely has a show about such wretched people been so delightful to watch.
The first season of Harlots was an unexpected delight: a dialed-to-eleven revenge drama with a stellar cast, featuring historically accurate deshabille, and—perhaps most important—everyone referring to each other using full names whenever possible.
“His labor in these years...must have been great; the pushing and pulling strong and continual. The good plan itself, this comes not of its own accord; it is the fruit of “genius” (which means transcendent capacity of taking trouble, first of all)...the amount of slow stubborn broad-shouldered strength, in all kinds,…
“We’re helping you guys record yourselves sleeping just like every kid in every family does.”
When a series reaches a certain age, it gets a sense of narrative moving in both directions. There’s the history the show has made, and the pull of the future on the shape of the story. Brooklyn Nine-Nine is old enough to have built a world to draw on, but ambitious enough to recognize the need for change. In the…
“Castle In The Sky” ends The Alienist. It would be overstating the case to say it finishes The Alienist. It was going to be a trick to wrap a miniseries that’s always felt like a surplus of disparate pieces that never quite connected. The finale we end up with is not particularly satisfying, but it’s also not…
We are in the penultimate episode of a series advertised as an edgy historical serial-killer story so frenetic only a city like Gilded Age New York could even keep up with it, and in which three people (two prongs of which have known each other for years) find themselves racing to invent criminal profiling as they…
“You think we’ll see any buffalo in North Dakota?”
“There are two reasons a man does what he does. The good reason, and the real reason.”
When it comes to The Alienist,
weirder is better. You can see when it really comes
alive, and none of it is in the numerous serious discussions
about murder; look no further than “That’s a fine armadillo you
have” for where this show’s heart lies.
“Look at your bird again.”
“Can I ask you to button my boots?”
There are a pair of short, illuminating scenes in the middle of “Silver Smile.”
“And what is my role to be in all of this?”
“Why weren’t you a part of this?”
“You’ve caused me a sleepless night, Laszlo. The first of many, I suspect.”
“When I heard what happened at Nick’s party, I decided that we should come together...to deal with this motley crew of liars, dope fiends, and fornicators.”
Boy, this is a fascinating episode to deal so directly with needing to be liked.
“Let us hope he inherits a better world than we do.”