On FX's new KGB-in-America spy show.
Philip grows closer to two teenage girls: his daughter ... and the asset he's seducing.
This week is full of uncomfortably sexy babies, synth pop, and teens getting clean for Jesus.
Moscow is beginning to doubt Philip's commitment to Sparkle Motion.
Elizabeth doesn't seem happy very often, or at least not the sort of happy that floppy-haired seminar leaders would call "real."
Emmett and Leanne’s killer is revealed, Stan makes a call about Nina, and the stage gets set for season three.
Tensions are rising, and toupées are being acknowledged.
As season two nears its end, this episode may have been the calm before a storm.
This week’s episode gave us another signature spy-game set piece.
Philip and Elizabeth carry out a mission and go to church. But they aren’t exactly singing hallelujah.
Putting the intel in Intellivision.
At this point, The Americans seems incapable of producing anything other than tight, propulsive episodes.
“You first ... I like to watch.”
“The Deal,” the fifth episode of The Americans’ second season, is one of the greats.
We followed many pairings over the course of this episode, some romantic, others platonic.
The Americans aired its first great second-season episode last night.
A bridge episode that feels like a setup for a big payoff later.
If marriage formed the dramatic center of season one, family is shaping up as the core of season two.
Last night's finale brings down the curtain on maybe the best freshman outing since season one of Homeland.
Last night's Clark-Martha subplot is the closest The Americans has gotten to raised-eyebrow sitcom contrivance.
There is a moment with every season-one crush when you have a crisis of faith.
Matt Zoller Seitz's second favorite episode of the season, after "Gregory."
Stan shows that the Russians aren't the only spies who understand revenge.
In which Elizabeth is reminded by the KGB that she's married, but not really.
Man, this is one beleaguered marriage!
This episode’s storytelling strategy could be summed up as “Mind-eff first, explain later."
Last night's episode was, to a degree, about how secrecy is a part of sex and love.
The Americans is shaping up to be as historically conscious a drama as Mad Men.
Last night's episode was a marvel, expertly paced, with a number of unexpectedly piercing scenes.
After last week’s pilot, you might have worried that The Americans would bend over backward to make its characters as “likable” as possible. Nope!
This is an assured, adult series that errs on the side of subtlety.
It's the best show most people aren't watching.
Why was everybody so sad again?
Hannibal! Cosmos! True Detective! Mad Men!
Great show! (I’ll watch it later.)
A score that's happy to stay in the background.
Hats (and wigs) off to a master of disguise.
The winners also own the most wigs.
I can't imagine where The Americans will go from here, but I have a feeling it has nowhere to go but up.