This putrid, unfocused narrative is so pointless, it manages to dampen even Dafoe’s presence. 

Daniels doesn’t look like Reagan and doesn’t nail his distinctive vocal cadence, but it’s an effective performance nonetheless.

It genuinely understands what it means to have a dream so near you that you’re willing to do anything to make it happen.

Couldn’t be more satisfyingly designed for its intended audience.

A terrific drama about addiction and recovery, told with compassion and exactness.

It is loyal to its bits, even when such devotion fails to return on investment.

One is reminded of one of the greatest strengths of this franchise: the chemistry between Duchovny and Anderson.

An infuriating, unflinching look at the heartbreaking genocide occurring in Palestine.