We’ve been going through a bit of a Netflix drought lately.
I guess that’s the problem with binge-watching, isn’t it? You tend to race through the shows you love, then they all end at the same time, and you have to go back to watching normal TV, where you have to wait an entire week for each episode. Like cavemen or something. GOD.
OK, I’ll be honest: this post is mostly just an excuse for me to talk about my current obsession with The Tudors. (Which we’re actually still watching, so no spoilers, please: I mean, I’d hate to find out that Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn don’t live happily ever after, or something!) The first thing to note about this show, which revolves around the various intrigues of the Tudor court, is that it’s not 100% historically accurate, so if you’re a history buff, you might want to give it a miss, or you’ll end up being one of those people who sits there the whole time going, “That didn’t happen! That’s not right, it was September 17th that happened, not the 18th: I can’t BELIEVE this!” And no one likes those people, do they?
As for myself, I’ve always been fascinated by this particular period of history (Which is why I was obviously joking about Henry and Anne, above. Er, you DID get that I was joking about that, didn’t you?), but not so much that I’m going to get upset over the fact that Henry doesn’t get fat, or any of the other liberties they’ve taken with the plot, to keep it nice and sexy. Because if they didn’t do that, it would just be some mad old dude going around beheading people, wouldn’t it? At the end of the day, though, The Tudors is a drama, not a documentary, so if you keep that in mind, and if you enjoy a bit of 16th century bodice-ripping, you might just like it. You also might find yourself spending hours Googling the various characters and events afterwards, though, so if you have a tendency to disappear down internet rabbit holes, don’t say I didn’t warn you…
The Ranch was written and created by my friend Erik’s dad, Don Reo, and because of that, we were lucky enough to get a tour of the set while we were in LA last year. It was absolutely amazing to get to see it in person, but it’s been even more amazing to see the finished show on Netflix, which just released the second part of season 1 last week. We watched it in a couple of days, and I’m still singing the theme song as I write this, so be prepared for that: you should also, however, be prepared for the kind of comedy that has you rooting for all of the characters, and also wanting to curse a lot, and drink a ton of beer. Or that might just be me?
I only vaguely followed the Meredith Kercher case when it was in the media, so I had no real opinion about the guilt or innocence of Amanda Knox, who was twice convicted – and then acquitted – of her murder. After watching the documentary, my main thoughts revolved around the guilt of the media, though: there’s one journalist in particular who’s positively gleeful about the fact that some poor girl got killed on his watch, and he got a ton of bylines out of it: I mean, can you believe that guy’s luck?! I’m still not 100% sure whether Knox is guilty or not, and I don’t think we’ll ever know for sure, thanks to the handling of the case at the time, but I found the documentary an interesting watch – and another one that’ll send you down that rabbit hole, if you’re not careful.
Orphan Black is wort watching, if only for Tatiana Maslany, who plays lead character Sarah – and a bunch of other characters, besides. I spent the entire first season being completely amazed by the fact that the same actress was playing so many different people, and wondering how on earth they’d managed to film it: I mean, I’m exhausted just from editing a three-minuted You Tube video, you know? Anyway, Orphan Black begins with Maslany’s character witnessing the suicide of a woman, who turns out to be her doppleganger, and whose identity she decides to steal: I won’t say any more, because I don’t want to give anything away, but I found that basic premise interesting enough to get me through the first two seasons in the space of a couple of weeks or so. Unfortunately, by the time season three came along, I’d totally lost track of the plot, so I spent most of that one going, “Wait: who’s THAT?” and “Are these the good guys or the bad guys?” Oh well: it was good while it lasted…