"Sherwood."

How one series is a reminder of the Bastard Machine ethos. More discussion than review, more celebration than explanation.

You’ll have to forgive me for once again being pleased-in-public about the elastic qualities of this enterprise.

As you probably know by now, I’ve long believed — even when I was the Chief TV Critic at the Hollywood Reporter and wrote columns about it, in an environment that didn’t actually want to hear what I was saying — that people just don’t watch t…