Another episode in the wonderful company of the Governor.
Saul has an absolutely crazy plan.
The series celebrates 50 years and gives itself a new mission.
Something in this host must have let the writers feel confident weaving out an episode of wall-to-wall wackiness.
The finale cranks up the action from minute one and doesn't stop turning the dial until the hour's final beats.
A Billy Joel tribute without “We Didn’t Start the Fire”? Seriously?
Last night was our favorite kind of TVD episode. It was fun, but with depth and heart.
In which we meet Olivia's very intriguing mother.
We just need to accept the fact that there’s Good Nashville and Bad Nashville, often on display in the same episode.
Congrats, Adam Levine. You are sexy.
Supernatural is one of the rare long-running serials that hasn't yet exhausted its flashback privileges.
You’d think, after a season of bloody and explosive surprises, this show would have lost the ability to shock us.
We only drink moscato.
The wounded, lonely men of New Girl have become the series’ driving force. And they’re driving in circles.
"Everything you've just said was racist."
Thank god for Carlton, former mistress of the dark arts.
Blake really is a better coach than all the others.
In which we discover the identity of the Headless Horseman.
The show's creators wrote this episode, which is disappointing, because it's the worst of the season.
On this week's episode, loneliness and marriage go hand-in-hand.
NeNe would rather chew tinfoil than revert back to her non-Hollywood self.
A flustered Eli and a major Florrick/Agos victory? What a delightful episode.
Boardwalk Empire is at its best when it can strike a balance between being obvious and very obscure.
Farewell, you crazy show.
Catching up with the Governor.