John Anderson

“I Will Find You” is fun, as long as you don’t mind a mystery that makes no sense (a common Coben problem) and take no offense when outrageous coincidences are passed off as artful plotting.

What’s off about Patience is a seesawing set of symptoms. Adding to the addled chemistry of the eight new episodes—which begin with a rather too-gruesome case of impalement, blood-sucking and vampiric accessories—Frankie seems to get more screen time than Patience. .... Ms. Purvis is fun to watch, however off-balance her screen time.

“The Listeners” arrives with some of the appointments of a horror movie—and if one were subject to a constant roar like Claire’s, one might indeed scream. But the film proceeds at its own steady pace as measured by Ms. Bravo, with a psycho-cinematic complexity that transcends any routine mystery movie.

It offers eternal love, betrayal, regret and redemption, in earnest if not always logical fashion. .... Where the writers were, as they wrote the dialogue, is another question. Space? .... The most charming aspect here is the portrayal of a couple of kids, the young Percy and Sam.

Mr. Smith is an insightful filmmaker and “Bring Me the Beauties” is a stylishly constructed parable about naivete and spiritual emptiness. But any study of cults involves some documentary boilerplate. .... How Von Mierers convinced his followers that they, too, were transplanted aliens, or that he wasn’t hawking the same stuff as countless other grifter-preachers, isn’t made clear.

Ambitious, wide-ranging and exhaustive, it is rich in the sort of detail that might be of interest only to the type of hardcore fan who would know everything already. Like the Nadal career, “Rafa” goes on too long, though the drama is propulsive, then and now.

Bingeable and briskly told, “World War II With Tom Hanks” approaches its subject region by region, theater by theater, cliché by cliché: The Poles didn’t roll over, and neither did the French, and the specific reasons Germany was so successful in the first stage of “the bloodiest conflict in all history,” as Mr. Hanks puts it, are made plain. And accessible.

The series is pretty terrific.

Ms. Worsley, once again boiling the past down to its essence, without belaboring the ironies.

A show paralyzed by clichéd writing and narrative stasis.