without pity

In this case, it would be the NBC show’s Season 1 finale, “What Kind of Day Has It Been,” a cliffhanger that, in the nascent days of prestige-TV watching and analysis from fan sites like Television Without Pity, meant so-called Wingnuts spent a summer obsessing over their VCR recordings like they were the Zapruder film.

“Consent is as changeable as the sands of the seashore,” he wrote, noting there was only one way to deal with “discontented people” who might vote you out: “You prevent it by means of force; by surrounding the mass with force; by employing this force without pity when it is necessary to do so.”

I wanted to write a novel that operated without pity or forgiveness.

Phipps cited the now-defunct website Television Without Pity that, when it debuted in 1998, was novel in its episode reviews, recaps intermixed with running commentary.

The portrait of life that emerges organically from this understated, observant approach makes “Eyimofe” the rare social realist drama that conveys critique without didacticism and empathy without pity.