All Her Fault. Task. The Beast in Me. These slick limited series look and feel like prestige television — they star genuinely talented actors and have twisty plots and are so, so pretty! — but they’re more like … prestigey. Prestige lite. Prestige-adjacent-esque-ish, if you will. And listen, I’m not knocking them. Prestigey can be fun! Last April, The New York Times’ chief TV critic James Poniewozik introduced us to “the comfortable problem of mid TV.” After years of masterful work in every genre, from The Sopranos to PEN15, an abundance of supply (new streamers every day) and demand (us, with...

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