A very serious question: Do I have Stockholm Syndrome, or has The Morning Show only gotten better the more it’s distanced itself from its wannabe prestige drama beginnings and instead embraced its soapy insanity? I’m pretty sure it’s the latter, but one never knows. The season four opener certainly feels about as untethered to reality as Bradley Jackson was from the Earth’s surface in the season-three premiere (Bradley in Space forever!), but in the most delightful way. What a joy to see that it only takes but ten minutes before The Morning Show tosses our girl Alex Levy into some ridiculous shenanigans to get things rolling. Someone declaring Alex may have just set off World War III in the opening of the season premiere, and not one single person being like, hmm maybe that’s an exa

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