It’s a condensed version of a “Veronica Mars” season-long mystery, and after eight years, that’s exhilarating.
Back in Netflix’s early years, users baffled by the word “queue” used to call customer service to ask, “What’s my kway-way?”
The cliche that’s killing our conversations about TV.
Coming so soon after the release of the new “House of Cards”’ season, this feels like a necessary corrective to that show’s hollow cynicism. This lying, scheming Washington couple are no less amoral than Frank and Claire Underwood—they’ve certainly killed more people, and their goals are far more destructive to the United States. But while “The Americans” doesn’t downplay the Jennings’ misdeeds (or the Soviet Union’s crimes), it foregrounds their motivations: not naked self-interest but devotion—to their children, their homeland, their ideals.
“No vagina-clapping at ‘The View’!” he said, opening and closing his legs to the beat of the music. I looked around to see if anyone else found this to be an astounding thing to say, but the ladies were loving it. “I’m doing Kegels right now!” Tom hollered. “Did I mention the vice president is here today?”
I’m wondering if this type of “feminism”—the kind where women twist “small, maybe irrelevant falsehoods” to expose “greater, far more important truths”—will sit well with many feminist women out there. Claire Underwood isn’t intended to be a sympathetic character on “House of Cards”; she is supposed to be right up there with Frank in terms of ruthless, self-serving, amoral ambition—the Lady MacBeth to his Iago.
To turn history into TV, producers everywhere make the past tidy and simple and sympathetic. But when it’s Germans presenting WWII, middlebrow conventions are no excuse.