"Queer Eye"

“All things keep getting better,” goes the “Queer Eye” theme song, a pulsing, techno-dance anthem that always manages to get the dopamine factories churning. This is a show about striving toward self-improvement and recognizing betterment not as a stopping point, but as a way forward.

Oprah and Gayle

Neither spends much time on the question of separating the art from the artist — that’s the sort of thorny dilemma that doesn’t make for a compact primetime special. But what Winfrey and King both do well is to give their viewers the tools to make those decisions for themselves.

Amazon Prime Studios

In an age where captivating, thrilling TV has somehow become dime a dozen, “The Widow” offers little of note to make it stand out in this crowded field.


This is a show whose only aim seems to present the strangeness or general ordinariness of rich Mexicans.

"Desus and Mero"

The two begin the show in armchairs on a grunge-cool set, talking about the week’s news — a healthy mix of politics, sports and bizarre internet curiosities — with a few lively pre-taped bits sprinkled in between.


For everything that’s going wrong in the world, “Last Week Tonight” is a brief light in the otherwise suffocating darkness of endless news cycles and tragedies.

Documentary Now!

You might just believe for a second that you are in fact watching a documentary about a Jonestown-esque cult, but then the show throws out something remarkably absurd such as “orgasm jars,” where cult members must scream their pleasure into a jar in order to preserve it for future moments of darkness.


There aren’t many times I go into a new show/documentary/whatever where I am predisposed to despise the overall subject matter.


Despite everything it has going for it, “Miracle Workers” is not nearly as good as it should be. And it isn’t immediately clear why that’s true.


I’ve got an idea for television’s next comedy sensation: Quirky, attractive, primarily white singles kind of struggling — but more often drinking — in New York (read: Manhattan or Brooklyn, NOT the Bronx). Now, if this sounds like every sitcom or comedy-drama ever made, that’s because it is.