Daniel Fienberg

Fightland feels incongruously sanitized throughout, without actually being appropriate (or engaging) for all ages.

Through the full 10-episode first season, President Curtis never becomes sharp enough to create a fervent cult of its own, but as a quirky diversion, it offers a reasonable amount of amusement.

It’s a tough watch, but a gratifying corrective to the Criminal Minds and Law & Orders of the world.

It probably establishes a new baseline representing the absolute minimum number of laughs it would be possible for a television show featuring Will Ferrell, Molly Shannon, Jimmy Tatro, Fortune Feimster, Chris Parnell and David Hornsby to generate.

Jonathan Tropper’s take on the material is half frivolous lark, half self-important commentary, wholly nothing in particular, though Anya Taylor-Joy and a solid ensemble cast work hard to swim against the underdeveloped stream.

I don’t gravitate toward “wholesome” or “earnest” as attributes in most of my favorite shows, but I bought into Little House on the Prairie and I’m relieved that Netflix has already renewed it for a second season.

There’s an edit of The Man Will Burn that would be shorter, tighter and perhaps more sensationalistic, and one that would be longer, richer and more complex, but instead we get an in-between series that’s fun, shallow and, finally, bland in a way Burning Man has always tried to avoid becoming.

Zorro has enough charm to make it a totally painless eight-episode binge, without being exciting or funny enough to be mandatory viewing.

It’s a show that has thrived on taking risks, and the first six episodes here, leading up to the series finale that isn’t a series finale, are very safe. But is “safe” the same as “playing to its strengths”? I’m less sure.

The things here that don’t remind you of Curb Your Enthusiasm will probably remind you of Drunk History or Hulu’s semi-recent History of the World, Part II.