There is now a deep indentation where I sit on the couch, not the shape of my ass but a big amorphous blob, almost a sinkhole. I can sit there for six hours if there’s enough TV to watch. I actually hate to get up and my partner enables this behavior by periodically asking if there’s anything he can get me, like cookies or chips or a hit of weed.
“Use it or lose it” is great advice for somebody else. This inertia or paralysis or whatever we want to call it has a silver lining though: my discovery of Money Heist on Netflix. It’s a Spanish series whose real title is La Casa de Papel, referring to The Royal Mint of Spain, the site of a brazen heist designed by a criminal genius called The Professor.
The Professor and the eight desperadoes he’s recruited for the heist will become your own beloved family as the show goes on for 30 addictive episodes. It’s easily the most addictive series I’ve experienced, topping Breaking Bad, with which it shares a certain perverse sensibility. Each episode ends with a cliffhanger that is fucking unbearable. You have to watch the next one, even if it’s 3 a.m.
Trying to avoid spoilers, I’ll just say that this series has EVERYTHING! Suspense, drama, romance, heartbreak, humor, politics, philosophy, art direction, heroes and villains who morph into their opposites, and plot twists that will thrill and confound you. Don’t watch a dubbed version or you’ll miss the actors’ seductive voices and those beautiful Spanish S’s. Thank god it’s been renewed for season 4!
Just to balance the enthusiasm here, let me complain about Sunday night TV, which has turned into a wasteland of awfulness with the season finale of Succession. Just when I survived the last dregs of The Affair, which was torture, I’m now stuck with Ray Donovan and Shameless. Both of these shows have outlasted any pretense of being watchable tripe. Everyone involved with them needs to die, asap. While watching them, I feel like I’m doing penance for some obscure crime in a past life, but my husband is committed to seeing them through, so I consider it part of my wifely duties.
Plus I hate to get up.
What about you guys, recommendations or complaints?
I love you, “Sister.” You make me feel normal. I’ve recently allowed myself to become horribly guilty re: “Use it or lose it”—but not now! And, thank you for “Money Heist” review. Have passed this select info along to other like-minded souls. You are divine. And such a brilliant star. XO
You will fucking love Wentworth–the Australian women’s prison show. It’s like an ’80s daytime soap opera, but with higher production budgets. You mentioned weed, so I’ll say that weed really makes this show sing. Find Wentworth on Netflix.
If you compare it to Breaking Bad, I’ll watch it! I can’t be glued to a couch as, right now, I don’t have a couch, but I watch plenty of tv from my air mattress and patio lounger. My favorite: Derry Girls. Only 3 seasons, unfortunately, and I’ve seen them all. I just subscribed to Britbox to be able to watch the “7-Up” series by Michael Apted. This is the 9th installment and the 7-year-olds are now 63, starting to die off…
I don’t have any watchworthy-don’t-get-up stuff right now. I definitely don’t want to get up, but that’s because I’m having demonic big toe gout, a horror like no other.
Oh wait – I did binge on ‘Unbelievable’ but that was only because I figured that seeing Toni Collette in anything at all, no matter how serial rapey, would just have to work toward taking that nasty lingering aftertaste of Hereditary out of my cortex. That, and I didn’t want to get up.
All I can say is “Bob’s Burgers” and “Claws” all the time!
Hello, please check out “Reprisal ” it’s juicy noir fantasy. Got me out of my head for once.
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Ok. I binge. Here are a few bingeworthy (hate the word but…)
Sr. Avila. HBO Latino
Capadocia (women’s prison drama set in Mexico City,HBO Latino)
Bloodline
Peaky Blinders
We’ve earned the right to make blob dents in the sofa. I even have a little basket with my necessities including expensive secret candy I order from Etsy.
One more
Babylon Berlin! Fantastic period drama
Where is darling Muscato? He’s not posted since January. Asking now is like the blog equivalent of wondering where your neighbor is then finally learning when they found him he’d been dead 6 months. Why all the death ? God I hope darling Muscato is ok and enjoying retirement with his dear Mr.
Just a quick note to wish you and yours a splendid Christmas and thank you for making me smile so regularly!
DD