Unfocused, charming, a little sappy, a tad more menacing than one may remember, ‘Yellow Submarine’ is silly and innocent, without being insultingly amateurish.

The series taps into a timeless, primitive fear of being trapped in the digital hells we’ve constructed — minds with no bodies, no agency.

A little more claustrophobia may have boosted the suspense. It doesn’t always feel like we’re on a tight train with a killer. But Kenneth Branagh with a massive mustache is certainly a sight.

It’s unclear where the franchise can go from here. Judging by the so-so box office and ho-hum reviews, there are diminishing returns of humans being chased through dark interstellar halls.

It’s no longer enough for Sherlock to have a clever case to solve. The creators seem pressured to shake up Sherlock’s universe every time out.

In ‘Black Mirror’ we’ve built our own prisons of screen-saturated soft authoritarianism, still struggling to harness the technological appendages we’ve grafted onto our all-too-human selves.

In an age of terrorist attacks in European cities by Middle Easterners, it’s apparently offensive and racist to make an action movie about Middle Eastern terrorists attacking European cities. 

Michael Derrick Hudson couldn’t get his poem published—until he submitted it under an Asian-sounding pen name.

Intellectually convinced atheists do exist, but the producers of God’s Not Dead apparently don’t believe in them.