Deadline.

That’s the engine that drives September 5, a tense, disciplined film about the Munich Olympics hostage crisis—and the scramble inside an American newsroom to cover it in real time.

Directed by Tim Fehlbaum, the movie never leaves its chosen frame: the ABC Sports control room in Munich. Geoffrey Mason (John Magaro), an experienced producer, finds himself reporting on a terrorist attack, not a sporting event. Alongside him: network president Roone Arledge (Peter Sarsgaard), operations chief Marvin Bader (Ben Chaplin), and translator Marianne Gebhardt (Leonie Benesch).

The decision to keep the film anchored inside the newsroom is a smart one. There are no cutaways to politicians, no staged shots of the gunmen. The tension builds through headset chatter, garbled wire reports, and a dawning realization that no one—not the broadcasters, not the authorities—knows what’s actually happening.

Historically, September 5 holds its ground. The filmmakers drew from ABC archives and consulted surviving staffers.

The infamous false report that the hostages had been rescued—a mistake broadcast to millions—happened exactly as depicted. The pressure on the network to “get something on the air” is also drawn from the record. Where the film condenses or imagines, it does so in service of tone, not distortion.

The parallels to All the President’s Men and Network are inevitable, but September 5 charts its own course. It is less about institutional power than professional panic. It is not about triumph, nor satire. It’s about uncertainty, and how newsrooms operate when no one knows what is true.

The cast serves the material. Magaro plays Mason as a man whose calm is cracking. Sarsgaard’s Arledge is more calculating. And Benesch gives the film its conscience, translating not just words, but the mounting dread in the room.

September 5 does not glorify journalism. It shows it for what it often is in moments of crisis: a flawed, human effort to catch up to a world already spinning out of control.

What if Don Draper got laid off and started robbing his neighbors?

That’s the delicious hook behind Your Friends & Neighbors, Apple TV+’s sharp new dramedy from creator Jonathan Tropper. Across nine episodes, Jon Hamm plays Andrew “Coop” Cooper, a disgraced hedge fund manager whose career, marriage, and self-worth collapse in spectacular fashion—leaving him adrift in the manicured affluence of Westmont Village.

With few options and fewer scruples, Coop turns to burglary, stealing from the very world that once celebrated him.

Hamm is magnetic here, delivering one of his best post-Mad Men performances. He plays Coop as a man slick on the outside, hollow at the core, moving through gated communities in bespoke suits and stolen watches with equal ease.

The performance invites inevitable Draper comparisons—but Coop is less master manipulator, more man drowning in his own disillusion.

The supporting cast is equally sharp. Amanda Peet brings a brittle edge as Coop’s ex-wife Mel; Olivia Munn finds welcome depth as Sam, a neighbor drawn into Coop’s unraveling life; and Hoon Lee is slyly compelling as Barney Choi, Coop’s opportunistic financial adviser. Together they populate a world where trust is transactional, and friendship is just another leveraged asset.

Visually, the series leans into “quiet luxury,” with costume designer Jacqueline Demeterio’s understated fashion echoing the facade of tasteful wealth. The interiors of Westmont Village shimmer with curated perfection—precisely the sort of surfaces Coop now violates.

Yet for all its strengths, the show wrestles with a certain cognitive dissonance. It skewers materialism, but lingers lovingly on the very luxuries it mocks—$169,000 watches, Roy Lichtenstein paintings, rare wines.

You can feel the camera coveting even as the script condemns. It’s an aesthetic oxymoron that occasionally blunts the satire.

And like so much modern TV, Your Friends & Neighbors can’t resist front-loading its story. Where Mad Men masterfully unraveled its secrets over time, this series spills too many of its twists too quickly, sacrificing suspense for binge-ability.

Still, these are minor sins in an otherwise gripping piece of television. Anchored by Hamm’s layered performance and a razor-edged script, Your Friends & Neighbors skewers suburban rot with style and bite.

It may flirt with its own contradictions, but in a season crowded with forgettable fare, this one steals your attention—and earns it.