recently watched and finished the most recent netflix-available season:
unbreakable kimmy schmidt. yup, i was right - 13 episodes a season IS enough. although ‘pinot noir’ has been fun as a pick-me-up ringtone this past week.
archer: vice (season 5). yup, it was purely perfunctory.
in the process of watching:
homeland season 2. (done with eps 1-3, still have 4-12 to go.) because season 1 wasn’t grating enough. lord almighty the OCD! the bipolar/manic-depressive of it all! the screeching jazz soundtrack! the screeching wife! the screeching daughter! the glacial pace! ack - too much mandy patinkin!
walking dead season 5 - i’m up to episode 14. still have 15 and the 90 minute season finale to go. i. am. so. bored.
rewatched because i’m addicted:
skyfall. (seriously, when is the james bond spectre movie coming out? november 6th cannot arrive fast enough.)
one or two episodes was more than enough:
spartacus. just absolutely awful. i mean seriously. everybody knows russell crowe is the definitive ‘gladiator.’ and then the main actor died, in real life, after the first season, so the whole show revamped.
garfunkel & oates. um… it may be an IFC thing, where it doesn’t compute in my now-aging brain anymore. or it just sucks. i can’t tell.
can’t wait for:
MAD MEN NEXT SUNDAY! in your face, walking dead. booyah! ungh! lol…
also, i’m taking a perverse pride in the fact that netflix is so exasperated with me, it doesn’t know what to suggest. it’s got barney & friends next to grindhouse. which… i guess makes sense as both could be silly and fun, or scary and life-altering, depending on what drugs one took. i wonder if that’s built-in to their al-gor(e)-ithm?