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
Instead of a trained sheep dog, Clarkson thinks he can round up his newly acquired flock with a drone
By James Delingpole
Shtisel is like Midsomer Murders without the murders and with broad-brimmed black hats
By James Delingpole
The creator of Jupiter’s Legacy on the joy of Catholicism and our sorry lack of male action figures
By James Delingpole
Your Honor reviewed
By James Delingpole
