When your Netflix binge comes to an end
So, last week we finally got all caught up with Once Upon a Time, which means we’re now basically just killing time until the next season starts – and combing Netflix looking for new shows to binge on instead.
I mean, I say that like it ain’t no thang, but seriously, it sucks when your Netflix binge ends, and you’re thrown abruptly back into the real world, doesn’t it? It’s like, one minute there you are, a fairytale princess with amazingly long eyelashes, living in a small town in Maine, with occasional forays to the Enchanted Forest, Neverland and the like. The next minute, though? Well, the next minute you’re unloading the dishwasher and thinking, “What even WAS that? Why am I here? And I wonder how Snow White’s getting on?”
I guess I feel a bit like I’m missing my “friends” is what I’m saying. And now that I’ve made myself sound all kinds of messed up, let me tell you what I’ve been replacing them with. That sounded bad, didn’t it? A bit like I’m cheating on them or something. Which I’m not, but if I WAS, I’d be cheating on them – appropriately enough – with…
For this month’s TV viewing, we’re actually cheating on Netflix itself, because most of what we’ve been watching lately has been on Sky, starting off with The Affair, which, as you can probably guess, is about … an affair. What’s different about this, though, is that the story is told from two different perspectives – that of each of the people involved – and each perspective is a little bit different, leaving you wondering who’s telling the truth. Or if anyone is. So, a good ol’ “unreliable narrator” yarn, then. The first season has just finished, and Terry and I both really enjoyed it, and are now planning our totally hypothetical trip to Montauk, where it’s set. Gotta love a show that makes you want to live inside it, no? (Although without the whole ‘affair’ bit, obviously…)
We actually watched The Enfield Haunting a few weeks ago now, but parts of it are burned on my brain, so I figured it was worth mentioning. I love a good ghost story (and even a BAD ghost story, really), and this three-parter is based on the supposedly “true” story of poltergeist activity in a house in North London in the 1970s. The case that inspired this is pretty well documented, so be prepared to fall down the rabbit hole of paranormal investigation, should you decide to Google it. Like I did.
Guys, I’m just not sure about this one. I feel like I’m breaking some kind of unspoken Internet code here, because everyone and their dog is all, “OMG NEW GIRL! YOU MUST WATCH NEW GIRL!” So we DID watch New Girl, and … well, to be fair, we’re only a few episodes in, so maybe I’ve just not got properly into it yet, but so far I’m finding it just OK. I’d actually been avoiding watching it, purely because I just can’t afford to start coveting Zooey Deschanel’s wardrobe right now, and I’d been led to believe that’s what would happen, but so far, so good. In fact, I haven’t even feel tempted to get bangs yet either, which is quite surprising, really. I wonder if there’s something wrong with me? Anyway, I will persevere. And try to ignore the nagging feeling that Zooey’s character is more ‘annoying’ than she is ‘quirky’ to me so far…
So, of all of these shows (which I keep on typing as “shoes”, by the way. I guess we all know where MY head is most of the time, huh?), Wayward Pines is my current favourite. Don’t tell the others. Especially not New Girl, because I think Zooey would probably cry, and do something stereotypically “female” involving ice cream and feeeeelings. There’s actually ice cream in Wayward Pines too, though, but it’s ice cream with a secret. Because everything in Wayward Pines has a secret. A deep, dark one, that will make you think “is it REALLY a secret, or is it all just a trick?” Yeah, it’s one of THOSE shows. I LOVE those shows.
This one tells the tale of a federal agent who finds himself in the sleepy and impossibly picturesque town of Wayward Pines, Idaho. (Which we’re NOT planning to visit, by the way. Because the things we know about that town would make your hair stand on end. We’ll just stick to that house in the Hamptons, thanks very much…) All, however, is not as it seems (Because if it was, there wouldn’t be a TV show, would there?), and it turns out that he can’t actually seem to LEAVE Wayward Pines, no matter how hard he tries. So it’s a bit like Facebook, then, only way, WAY stranger. I’m really enjoying it, but would recommend avoiding Googling it, because it’s still on TV right now, so you WILL see spoilers. I know I just did, when I Googled it so I could link to the IMDB listing. Now I hate people.
Anyway, I think the season finale is this week, so you’ll be safe enough then, but I might just be making that up. I might be making this whole thing up, actually. Maybe there IS no TV show called Wayward Pines, and this is all a social experiment. Maybe I’m not even a real person. I’ll just leave you to mull that one over, while I go and look at shoes online again…