Illustration by Tyler Wintermute
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?”