It's a panel show where the game changes every episode. Binged the first two seasons in a night because it's so goddam funny. Third season is a bit rough so far because it was filmed remotely during Covid but there are a few bright spots and I've heard it picks back up afterwards.
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#6 Date:
11/07/25 @ 8:07 AM
I just finished Peacemaker and Alien Earth Watching The Witcher and Daryl Dixon goes to Spain
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Space Cat
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#8 Date:
11/07/25 @ 3:02 PM
The Chestnut Man
Excellent murder mystery from the maker of The Killing. On Netflix. It's dubbed, so it has that little bit of weirdness going on, but well worth a watch. Especially if you liked The Killing.
the legend of vox machina which is a children's show dressed in the veneer of an adult show and i almost stopped in the first two eps but it does get better. i feel like im missing lots not watching the actual dnd campaign but w/e
I'm watching Death by Lightning on Netflix which seems to be made especially for me who wouldn't have imagined they'd make a period piece drama/comedy about James A Garfield's election and assassination. It has some really heavy hitters with Michael Shannon, Nick Offerman, and Shea Wigham
Anna Detective. Russian series, circa 1880's In a village not far from st Petersburg there is a Sherlockian policeman. Which is good because their murder rate surpasses that of the Isle of St Marie. Anna, a sensitive to spirits of the victims, unwelcomely assists in solving the crimes.
The Last Kingdom Kinda silly. Very entertaining. We are halfway through season 3. The first episode of season 3 was hella lame and I feel like the series might be starting to go downhill. Uhtred, son of Uhtred, also grandson of Uhtred and father of Uhtred 1 and Uhtred 2, is a hottie tho.
This show is pure Vince Gilligan. It's the cinematic craftsmanship of Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul -- but with the heart of X-files. After the first episode, you're like, "Hmmm...ok...this pretty interesting. Not totally bought in yet. But it's pretty darn good." Then after Eps 2 & 3, you're "FUCK. I have to wait a whole week for next fix."
Do it.
Quick spoilerless premise: All at once, every person on the planet seems to be hypnotized and under the mind control of some greater force -- except for one woman. Who is trying to keep her head on her shoulders while figuring out wtf is going on, and how she can navigate this lifechanging occurrence.
One hesitates to call the third season of The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives “television,” not because it transcends the medium, but because it exposes the medium’s soft, trembling underbelly with a precision that would make even Godard avert his gaze. What TLC has crafted here is nothing less than a suburban mise-en-scène of radiant vulgarity—an ecclesiastical Tarkovsky filtered through the fluorescent ennui of Salt Lake strip malls.
Season 3 unfolds with a confidence bordering on delirium. The wives—those tragic heroines draped in pastel polyester—move through their meticulously curated domestic dioramas with the quiet ferocity of Bressonian models. They do not “act.” They exist. Their every passive-aggressive brunch, their every confessional whisper, their every exquisitely banal crisis of faith becomes a gesture of cinema: bare, crystalline, obscenely luminous.
One is tempted to praise the editors as heirs to Eisenstein—architects of a montage so sharp it could cut through prophylactic modesty garments. The narrative flows not through plot but through the friction of contradictions: piety versus performativity, community versus selfhood, Jell-O salad versus human dignity. It is in these tensions that the season achieves its transcendence.
And what audacity! The show dares to reveal that the true cathedral of American spirituality is not the megachurch nor the temple, but the open-plan kitchen where casseroles cool beside the rotting corpse of patriarchal illusions. In this, the wives become both subjects and saboteurs of the gaze, reclaiming it with every mascara-stained epiphany.
To watch Season 3 is to witness the glorious implosion of the American pastoral myth—rendered in 1080p, commercial breaks included. It is deliciously cruel, defiantly shallow, and yet—miraculously—profound. One emerges from each episode with the same sensation as leaving a late-period Antonioni: a sense that the world has shifted imperceptibly, and that it is somehow both emptier and freer.
In short, it is perfect. Or, perhaps more precisely, perfectly disastrous in the way only true art can be.
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#44 Date:
11/20/25 @ 1:50 AM
My wife is watching a show called Broadchurch and I guess she's a few episodes into the first season, and I was in the room and started watching in the middle of an episode and it got really heavy and intense and by the end I was in tears and fuck you TV show I will kick your ass! Lil screen ass bitch!