The rise of streaming has brought us masterpieces and, above all, tons of corporate filler. Here we don't swallow Netflix, HBO or Disney marketing campaigns. We dissect entire seasons without anesthesia or mercy.
Crystal Lake dissects Pam Voorhees' past in a prequel that overly humanizes a myth that worked much better as an inscrutable shadow.
Jesse McKeown delivers a tale of geographic isolation disguised as a sea monster that barely manages to stay afloat in Under the Surface.
Tim Federle signs a Disney teen fantasy where the magic of New Orleans hides a machinery of social capital and institutional abuse.
Frances Neagley steps into the spotlight on Prime Video in a derivative procedural that swaps bone-crushing physicality for algorithmic inertia. 💀
A series that uses terror as a mirror of the entertainment industry, revealing the emptiness of fame with style and sarcasm.
Running Man turns the humiliation of its idols into social glue; a series that, against all odds, continues to entertain with wit and resilience.
Analysis of the series Navy (NCIS): when criminal investigation becomes a defense mechanism against the tedium of administration.
An analytical dissection of Dick Wolf's machinery: when television justice becomes a placebo against real-world trauma.
Tom Hardy and Pierce Brosnan attempt to elevate a crime drama on SkyShowtime that constantly mistakes deep scowls for dramatic complexity. 💀
Gary Oldman turns Jackson Lamb into a corrosive force of nature in one of the best and most cynical revisions of the British espionage thriller.
A televised autopsy that distills moral metastasis while the audience pays for every drop of synthetic blood.
A superhero series that smells like a corporate facelift, featuring cardboard dialogue and a budget that looks like a €9.50-per-episode scam.
A corrosive review that dissects Taylor Sheridan's series like a corpse of television malpractice.
A brutal dissection of the series Reacher that reveals its purulent tissue and the necrosis of its script, with clinical sarcasm and dark humor.
A British mystery series that promises chills but delivers yawns. Simon Ashdown crafts a domestic thriller with more holes than Swiss cheese.
Mike Flanagan turns Poe’s tale into a gothic soap opera with more skeletons in the closet than in the basement. Masterpiece or luxury telenovela? Claqueta Ácida dissects this feast of guilt, money, and rot.
Andy Muschietti returns to Derry to spin the origin tale of Pennywise. Spoiler: the clown remains the only interesting thing in the room.
Claqueta Ácida’s scathing review of HBO’s post-apocalyptic series, where cordyceps and maudlin drama run rampant—because nothing says "prestige TV" like a fungal pandemic and a surplus of tearful monologues.
Tom Hardy rises from the dead to inherit an empire of rotting ships and enemies with grinning masks. A gothic masterpiece or a soap opera in dirty suits? Claqueta Ácida dissects this feast of shadows.
A scathing, no-holds-barred evisceration of *Crematorio*—the Spanish series that didn’t just show you the sewers of power, but handed you a shovel and dared you to dig deeper.
HBO served us a feast of family dysfunction, pitch-black sarcasm, and metaphorical corpses. Alan Ball dug a grave so deep we still haven’t climbed out.
A caustic takedown of *Goliath*, where justice isn’t blind—it’s just another rigged game in a courtroom circus.
A scathing review of HBO Max’s *The Penguin*—the desperate attempt to glorify Gotham’s ugliest villain.
Sam Levinson turns teenage suffering into a neon-and-glitter spectacle—but is this cinema or an advanced tutorial on how to ruin your life with style?
*A scathing review of *The Shield*, the cop drama where justice and corruption tangle like a pair of drunks in a back alley brawl.*
The night can be very dark, but *The Night Of* is even darker.
David Lynch and Mark Frost gut the American Dream in this surreal nightmare where coffee tastes like blood and pies hide secrets darker than hell itself.
A scathing, satirical takedown of *The Americans*—because nothing says "family drama" like Soviet sleeper agents gaslighting their neighbors.
A high-end chef joins his family’s diner. Can the flames of culinary passion salvage the chaos—or will the kitchen burn them all alive?
A visceral takedown of *Animal Kingdom*, where "family values" take on a whole new (and deeply criminal) meaning.
A scorching review of *Bosch*, the series that leaves you craving more—because, against all odds, it actually delivers.
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