Photo illustration by Victoria Sunday/The Daily Beast Politics as theatre. Celebrity as currency. Wellness as religion. And power as the only real language in the room. Subscribe to PRIMAL SCREAM with Joanna Coles on Substack for exclusive news, reviews, and commentary. Sometimes even the most faithful TV viewer begins to wobble. After devouring the first season of Landman , I tucked into the second course—and began to feel a bit queasy. Billy Bob Thornton was still magnificent, and I can watch him stare meaningfully at a coyote for hours. But the women on the show are unrecognizable to me. They don’t resemble actual human beings to the point where I started to wonder whether Taylor Sheridan, the cowboy-king of television scripts, had ever met one. So imagine my delight—bordering on disbelief—when Sheridan did the one thing guaranteed to restore my faith: he coaxed the divine Michelle Pfeiffer back onto the small screen for his new series, The Madison . Read more at The Daily Beast.