There are two sorts of people in this world: cat people and dog people.
All the cool people like Terry Gilliam movies.
There is no end to defective detectives.
In the innovation game, it pays to be cool.
Giant New Zealand eagles and dead celebrities populate TV One in the lead-up to Christmas, in two shows that get into the spirit of things as they entertain the quick by raising the dead.
It is December. December is overshadowed by Christmas, a period so hyped among children that most spend their adult years trying to deny the sick feeling of disappointment they feel every Christmas day.
In a long, difficult and often disheartening life, riven with unpleasantness, deceit, petty jealousies and nameless suffering, one has to take hold of any passing pleasure, no matter how small.
Danmark is a long way from the bucolic charms, stately homes and historic country churches of the beautiful but stunningly murderous English county of Midsomer.
It slipped on to SoHo beneath Remotely Interesting's radar recently, but The Affair is the latest best thing on television for those of good taste.
Here are some good stories about Commander Ian Lancaster Fleming.
Everybody's happy nowadays.
There are some - decent people with responsible jobs - who worry television is the home of all that is flippant and glib in this world.
The morning sunshine descended like an amber shower-bath on Blandings Castle, lighting up with a heartening glow its ivied walls, its rolling parks, its gardens, outhouses and messuages, and such of its inhabitants as chanced at the moment to be taking the air.
There are so many dark clues to what is in store in Halle Berry's latest project, Extant.
It is 1944, and Kiwi-born Nancy Wake is planning operations with the maquisards - rural guerrilla bands of French Resistance fighters.
The quite emotional and shocking end of Broadchurch last week may have left viewers bereft of appealing dramas.
The excellent Broadchurch is hurtling towards a gripping finale this Sunday.
In 1680, Charles II had reigned over England for 20 years.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared my reason by the disquietness of my heart.
There was a German fellow I once met, who walked from village to village in Liberia, learning old customs and local dialects; he was gathering material, he said, for a dissertation at Berlin University.