It is the small things that can elevate Mad Men above the level of ambitious soap opera.

The Killing returns with all its powers intact, its uniformly superb performances--not least Ms. Enos's Detective Linden and Mr. Sexton's Stanley.

After only one episode it's clear that the more we learn about each of them, the more we will want to know.

That this rich, impressively ambitious film says far more about Martha Gellhorn than about Ernest Hemingway was inevitable.

Longmire is the best of two worlds: a modern crime drama with dry wit and sometimes heart-wrenching emotion that's also got a glorious setting under the big sky of Wyoming.

Alert to every deranged impulse of his clients, Mr. Silver brings his lessons home with vigor and wit.

As the premiere episode nears its end, the plot begins thickening agreeably with so many secrets, dark revelations, shocks and betrayals it all begins to seem familiarly and comfortably absorbing.

A suspense story enriched by its psychological dimension and three quietly compelling performances.

All good stuff, plus a brief but powerful moment at the end that will leave longtime "Morse" fans in an agony of nostalgia

Boss is not flawless. But buoyed by strong performances and a haunting score, the show makes for deeply affecting television nevertheless.

Its unyielding moral passion, exemplified in the character and pursuits of its hero, Detective Kevin Corcoran (Tom Weston-Jones), is the life force that propels this powerful--and powerfully violent--tale of New York City, 1864.

It is neither a cheap thrill or too painful to watch these lost souls being drilled in first impressions.

Vide Shakespeare and all the other roles, Mr. Branagh has never been better cast.

If the quality of this one, so irresistible in its vitality and suspense, does fail to hold up, its creators will have delivered, at the least, one remarkably fine hour.

There's enough room left in the genre for another modern pairing, and Mr. Miller and Ms. Liu bring something memorably new to each character.

No sooner has Upstairs veered toward farce than it redeems itself, again and again.

[A] thoroughly captivating Rolling Stones documentary.

Although the film ends on an odd note that seems to endorse near-subsistence farming as the only moral and sustainable form of agriculture, it makes an important record of a receding era.

Most of the editors here have charm and pizazz that seem more appealing than the photographs they masterminded.

It's a testament to the crackling intelligence of the script (written by Mr. Boyd) that the nature of that menace hangs elusively in the air until the end.

This hour [is] packed with Mr. Brooks at his most endearing.

Its smartness comes shining through despite the claptrap (none worse than the parade of sex scenes, soft-porn variety, whose noisiness is exceeded only by their unconvincingness); its story, littered with intriguingly repellent characters, like Kai Proctor (Ulrich Thomsen), local evil tycoon, grows ever more enticing.

There's considerable charm in this medical-drama concoction, which comes with the usual generous supply of spectacular brain disorders nobody you know will ever get--and in Mr. Pasquale's Dr. Cole, a confident, dedicated surgeon.

Sharp-tongued, ambitious, highly seductive--a TV series that has, it can be said, done the job.

It's a measure of the skill brought to this script by Paul Scheuring that a first episode so awash in multiplying complications manages to maintain its coherence and even a significant measure of suspense.

A tartly written number, (by Paul Feig) that is amusing and frequently hard-eyed in its look back at certain not so dear old school days. [27 Sept 1999, p.A32]

As painful as it is to see a fallen dog's body draped in the American flag, what Glory Dogs also does is deepen our appreciation for the servicemen who train them.

While they are every bit as wild and woolly as the historical figures of Norse sagas, such is the power of Vikings that we come to know and even root for them, so enthralling are they and almost everything else here.