[Before we dip into the episode proper, you might want to check out this interview we did recently with Archer …

If there’s a moral to tonight’s story, it’s this: Never fuck with Malory Archer’s booze.

Seven years ago, Archer did something weird: Starting in September 2011, the show kicked off its third season by…

It only took five episodes—i.e., more than half this season’s entire order of shows—but Archer has finally zeroed in on…

I’ll confess: My immediate first thought when Archer’s old Spanish Civil War rival, Gunter Ziegler, showed up on screen…

So: That was kind of gross, huh? (And I’m not talking about all the bird shit.)

I figure I get about one of these reviews a year to just sort of riff on the general awesomeness of Pam Poovey. More…

So, hey: We should probably talk about the parrot, right?

If last year’s Archer: Dreamland was the animated show’s equivalent of a semester abroad—a fun but frivolous affair,…

So, what are we doing? Are we just jumping right into this? Because tonight’s Archer is one of the strangest, darkest…

Way back at the start of this oddball season of TV, I wrote about how its premise—lodged as it is right in the middle…

Holy shit, Dutch! (Holy shit indeed, Other Dutch.)

Now that we’re more than halfway (!) through the show’s eighth season, the pressures imposed by Archer’s truncated…

Let’s talk about Krieger.

After two episodes spent moving its period pieces into place, it feels like Archer is finally getting back to doing…

One of the side effects of Archer’s decision to wipe the slate clean this year is that none of our regular characters…

In my day job on our Newswire desk, I spend my fair share of time watching aging film and TV franchises try to knock…

It’s 1947 Los Angeles. Or at least, that’s the conceit. In truth, it’s an imaginary L.A. made up of gumshoe noir…

I’m still debating whether it’s subversive, or just simplistic, that everything that happened on this season of Archer…

Nine episodes into Archer’s transition into the world of gumshoes, Hollywood, and gritty private eyes, we’ve finally…