I don't hate this show because it's bad, I hate this show because every time I start to think it's silly, it surprises me. It's the slower, character and plot-building episodes like "Only You" that shine and make me look forward to seeing how they're going to close the season.
Was "Safe House" a bit like "Modern Family" this week? If everyone just slowed down and spoke up, there would be no confusion -- everyone could get the information they needed without needlessly battling each other, and solve all their problems. But that would be boring.
The Jennings almost save the day again while tracking down a hit-man that Moscow hired to kill some American scientists working on weapons, but everything else is starting to unravel.
After spending too much time trying to figure out why the Jennings needed to slide around on cars for encryption codes, I have given up on paying attention to the justifications for missions. The details aren't so much the plot, but rather subplots to drive along the meta narrative of marriage and what it means to live a double life.
Excuse me while I remove my foot from my mouth. I was getting impatient with the poor Jennings, but now, stuff is going down.
In Episode 5 of "The Americans:" Elizabeth gets stuck in an FBI agent's trunk. Nina learns a new word, again. Philip and Stan are officially BFFs, and basically every woman on the show puts out to get ahead.
If there's one thing we know about a Blumhouse film, it's that they are convinced the American family just isn't safe at home. In the case of Dark Skies, the entities bedeviling a married couple and their two young sons aren't restless spirits, but malevolent aliens.
On Thursday night, I purchased a ticket to the midnight showing of Dark Skies (along with fellow movie-writing folk Matt Singer and Jenni Miller) at the AMC Loews Village 7 in Manhattan's East Village. Dark Skies is the story of ... well, I still have no idea, to tell you the truth. If you must know, perhaps there's a nice summary on its Wikipedia page. Yes, I tried to see Dark Skies early on Friday morning, but things did not go smoothly. Along the way, I kept a running diary of what happened.
It's not easy being a Russian spy, or being married. This week, the Jennings were set into motion as "The Americans" took on the 1981 assassination attempt of President Ronald Reagan.
I'm not sure who I'm rooting for in "The Americans." Or what we're supposed to be worried about. Them getting caught? Or the state of their marriage? In this week's episode, "Gregory," we finally start to see where it's all going.
If "The Americans" can continue to refine its mixture of espionage badassery and ambiguous loyalties, it should be a nice addition to the TV landscape, presuming a large enough audience gets behind the idea of Felicity as a spy.
Keri Russell stars in a new TV show, a Cold War thriller called The Americans. The screening was a few nights ago, and here are a few photos I captured of Keri right before she got dressed for the night.
If "Argo" gave you a yen to see great character actors wear mustard-colored clothing and play beleaguered intelligence types, you should definitely give "The Americans" a sustained try.
A question arises: Are American audiences ready to embrace appealing KGB operatives on television? Has enough passed from the post-war era to neutralize our view of Soviet spies?
The movie gods smiled on us coastal transplants Saturday as a clear, sun-kissed day kept the temperatures a respectable shiver away from abominable. It actually made it bearable to catch up with friends. But at the heart of it all: movies.
My plane landed in Salt Lake City around 1 p.m. yesterday -- and by 3:30, I was sitting in a press screening at the Sundance Film Festival of Austenland.