Time, of which there is evidently only so much to go around, kept me woefully behind on "Veep" Season 2, but I have been there for it in the past and will in the future. The brilliance of Louis-Dreyfus is set within a compatibly artful cast of many (figurative) colors; her Selina Meyer is an unstable element, all fission and fizz, fussiness asnd fuzziness. And Iannucci has been a favorite of this department since the days I spent memorizing tapes of the original radio version of "Knowing Me, Knowing You With Alan Partridge." (And now there's a movie!)
If you sit me down in front of "Game of Thrones," which you may know as "GoT," or #GoT, I will watch an episode straight through, happily, and another if you have one handy. But my emotional investment in the series -- handsomely made and well-acted and all -- pretty much begins and ends with
With "Silicon Valley," Mike Judge, who brought you "Beavis & Butt-head," then brought you "King of the Hill," then brought you "Office Space," and then brought you "Idiocracy," with some other things in between and before and after, brings you his first live-action TV series. (In the bargain he has brought you the gift of
Middleditch's Richard is the Candide figure in this self-declared best of all possible worlds, a place of tech-cults and manicured campuses where "making the world a better place" is the slogan tacked on to anything that might also make its inventor some money. He's an innocent who mistakes his roommates for comrades, but in making that mistake may make them comrades. Its structure is solid, traditional even -- I detect notes of old westerns,
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Atlas trails them from Chicago to New York and on to London and the Continent, and home again, as they're courted by record companies, labeled by newspapers, travel to New York, hang and jam with Mos Def, with Damon Albarn (they appear on the