I just finished watching Ozark on Netflix 

It’s about a man who lives his life like Alex Higgins played many of his snooker matches- every shot he loses a little more control and a little more position, making the next shot longer and more desperate and more unorthodox- you can’t keep your eyes off the next one, though, because you know he can make anything 


I’m halfway through the second season of Broadchurch

You’d think with the bucolic setting on the bluffs of the English Channel that Broadchurch was going to provide the classic British detective story that stamps out superstition with excellent reason and ultimately proves the innocence of everyone by deducing the identity of the criminal, delivering the satisfaction of order restored. What I’ve found so far is something different- a very sober meditation on the toxic effects of suspicion. So far, suspicion in Broadchurch has cast out the innocent with the guilty and then turned a mirror on the human failings of all the characters in town. I’m not sure how it’ll end, though- more like the worldly physical order expounded by Sherlock, or the majestic reason of divine justice and moral order in Father Brown, or something else? 

P.S. The show also has shades of The Moonstone as it shows us that subjectivity and objectivity both have merits, but it’s impossible to hold both views at once 

I lost interest in the walking dead and I’m trying to get it back

I gather there are real zombies in nature- bugs or rodents hijacked by parasites. The zombie as a plot device is so powerful because it highlights what happens to people when they lose their hearts and minds and become nothing but a victim of circumstance- no inner life, no integrity- just a herd of flesh. The zombie is a form of low life, found in all walks of life, lacking imagination or fulfilling emotions. The living still have time for heroism, though.