Returned from the ‘wolds are we. Winter kind of arrived while we weren’t watching. Everyone seemed pretty convinced that it was autumn but suddenly it is time for log coats and wool things. I have a hot chocolate and ‘Oltremare’ by Ludovico Einaudi blasting from the Grundigs and I could not be more in search of comfort food, both in terms of nourishment for the body and cuddles for the soul. Curled Up Inside A Blanket Pyramid is my most desired thesis right now, preferably with some dried mango. And the most exhaustive and choice selection of streamable, god-like party favours. It’s a Netflix episode.
‘Criminal’ is great for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it’s all about police interviews. Second, there are four different sets, each with three episodes, each set in a different European country: Germany, France, Spain & the UK. Oh, and all episodes are written in their native languages, so you should now that going in, if you are allergic to subtitles? Interestingly enough, it all takes place on the same set, with differing teams applying their own unique methods to a variety of situations and suspects. David Tennant’s one episode is excellent. In fact, he was so good that for the first fifteen minutes or so, we were not sure if it was him at all. It is though. I think. As to how credible the whole leverage via dalmatian thing is, I’m not so sure. It is one hell of a play though.
The second Episode in the Spanish run is intense as fuck, in no way easy to watch and yet, Inma Cuesta should be at the very top of your WATCH list. Her performance is quite amazing and she holds a room with the most nuanced, painful depiction of a real character, consumed by love, hate, terror and emotional exhaustion. I am reminded of ‘In Treatment’ with Gabriel Byrne, who is the person that I always confuse with Ian McShane. If I mentioned before that the set remains the same, even between countries - perhaps in part because so many of these places are, in essence the same - it is because there is so much about human nature that is the same. Why do we lie? How do we do it, how are we’re caught and what does that mean for us and everyone else?
I have watched as far as episode seven of ‘Big Mouth: Season 3’ and now we’re playing catch-up. I’d been waiting for them to tackle tech for a little while now and I’m glad we got there. One does wonder, what else is this show a vehicle for? I can thing of several other things people have feelings for. Then again, how many pubescents have access to a handgun? Seriously, that’s a question that I think we should know the answer to. Some people on the internets have been saying that the focus may have slipped here and there and they might be right. I don’t think it’s quite as well honed as seasons one or two but it’s still a great call and brilliantly on point when it wants to be, when it doesn’t get in its own way. If the rumours are true then they are already intending on barrelling through seasons five and six so there’s plenty of time to explore characters and themes at greater depth. If we’re really lucky, they might remember that.
Let’s talk about ‘John Wick 2’ and why they can’t just let him have the car? That was my question anyway, when I watched it the other eve. It’s a fun time but I have both observations and questions, neither of which resolve one another. Further conclusions include that KR has legs made from Wolverine’s adamantium soul and also that Ian McShane is secretly the hotel owner / therapist that we all need, in the same way that Township Rebellion is secretly the best RATM song. While I’ve got the end of this bit o’ yarn, are we to assume that all warehouse workers are trained in krav maga?
Despite everything that could conspire to work against them, it is a movie that starts where most movies end and that’s novel. They should go the whole hog and have a Bond intro music video though. I was thinking about the fridging thing and I think it has to do with what would drive a person to those ends. That fucking dog. Then the car. Now the house. Yeah. That might just do it. Perhaps the moral of the story is that we all have buttons to push that could make us assassins? Who knows. What I do know, is that most peeps call me Jon, although my full name is Jonathan. That’s what my mother called me and that’s what Ian calls Keanu Reeves but you wouldn’t know it.
JD - TACOCAT
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