James Delingpole reviews television for The Spectator.
The Night Manager is finally back after ten years with three major drawbacks: no Elizabeth Debicki for the sex scenes; no Tom Hollander for the comedy scenes; and no Hugh Laurie for the evil-kingpin-in-his-toothsome-mountaintop-lair scenes, I nearly claimed. But only because at the very beginning of the new season the Laurie character’s grizzled body is
Its conflation of small-‘c’ conservatism and fascism is not only morally dubious but historically dishonest
‘They’re the OGs of racism. They’re the Sugarhill Gang of racism.’
The world before woke
Instead of examining the dictators individually, How to Become a Tyrant explores their careers thematically
Raised by Wolves reviewed
The storyline is Jane Austen with all the plot and nuance and character sophistication removed
The Queen’s Gambit overcomes its hackneyed ‘girl power’ message
Barbarians reviewed
To the Lake is the right kind of Russian interference
The return of the Karate Kid
In country, Down Under
When real members of the DGSE saw the first season, they gave it a standing ovation
He ought to be taking a stand on this issue
A brutal backstory for HBO’s decadent detective
Lisbon is the perfect weekend destination to do very little
Funny is money
He is perhaps a little too fond of drugs and weaponry, but he has also overcome great personal misfortune
Proposing a ban is election suicide. The Democrats are doing it anyway.
