A loose adaptation of 14th century short stories, Kathleen Jordan’s hourlong black comedy on classism during the Black Plague struggles to build momentum across an increasingly laborious eight episodes.

Jake Gyllenhaal gets his day in court, the truth comes out, and the only winners are... the Chicago Bears?

Taika Waititi and Jemaine Clement's series reboot of Terry Gilliam's 1981 science-fiction film is cute and cosmic, but also orderly and uninspired.

The Baltimore-based murder-mystery from Alma Har'el extravagantly deconstructs its detective story into an interrogation of identity and discrimination, aided by its excellent cast and mesmeric mood.

Did you ever watch a Roland Emmerich movie and think, "Wow, if only this had more plot, less spectacle, and ran an extra eight hours?" No?

The fate of the war and future of the kingdoms rests more than ever on the next generation of Targaryens, fresh off the loss of Princess Rhaenys (Eve Best).

Part "Family Guy," part "Lucifer," part whatever it feels like, Netflix's animated adaptation of the Kickstarter party game treats viewers like cats chasing a laser pointer: constant distractions, no reward.

After conquering hungry, hungry humans in the 2016 film, a cart-full of foul-mouthed, mega-horny supermarket foods set out to restart society — but settle for repeating American history.

Adapted from Colin O'Sullivan's 2018 novel, "The Dark Manual," Katie Robbins' genre mash-up follows a grieving wife and mother whose new robot companion may be the key to finding her family.

Reflective to the point of inertia, the new season marks a minor next chapter of Christopher Storer and Joanna Calo's restaurant drama, albeit with enough savory portions to satisfy loyal diners.

Season 2's penultimate episode, "I Could Not Prevent It," marks a uniquely fang-tastic achievement. Not only does it harness the show's greatest strengths into one unrelenting hour of television, but it also brings two years of patient preparation full circle.

Julio Torres' inspired new HBO series centers hamster nightclubs and sequined toilet seats while slyly crafting a vicious indictment of late-stage capitalism.