The return of Sylvester Stallone can’t compensate for the nasty storyline
By James Delingpole
Unlike so many gore-fests it never forgets that its main job is not to gross you out but to entertain you
By James Delingpole
House of the Dragon could do with some of the light relief, however
By James Delingpole
The Offer reviewed
By James Delingpole
I think I may have done the drug a disservice
By James Delingpole
Even if you don’t care about Kanye West
By James Delingpole
It’s William Golding meets Alive meets Heathers meets Midsommar meets Bear Grylls
By James Delingpole
What really strikes you is the complete absence of politics
By James Delingpole
Robert Jordan’s trite and lumbering dialogue desperately needed a spice-up before being let anywhere near a TV screen
By James Delingpole
What’s amazing is its intimacy
By James Delingpole
Its previously mostly unknown stars are now hugely famous
By James Delingpole
The Many Saints of Newark reviewed
By James Delingpole
Every now and then, you see a new series like this one that reminds you why you watch TV
By James Delingpole
Instead of examining the dictators individually, How to Become a Tyrant explores their careers thematically
By James Delingpole
This feels as though it can only have been put together by a writers’ room of a dozen autistic geniuses
By James Delingpole
