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Posted by Ali Gray
at 23:30 on 17 Aug 2016
It's quite rare for me to embark on a televisual adventure without at least several months of prep: five-star reviews, extensive marketing campaigns, assurances that the hours of my life I'll inevitably lose to this programme will totally be worth it. But sometimes I like to be surprised. So, with no other recommendation than the accolade "the best show with the worst title" (copyright some rando on Twitter), I started watching Crazy Ex-Girlfriend on Netflix last week. 18 glorious episodes later, I am here to give you your five-star review, your marketing campaign and your assurance that the hours of your life you'll lose to this programme will totally be worth it. Fittingly for a show about obsessive behaviour in relationships, I am late-night-phone-calls, million-text-Monday, snot-streaming-down-face-outside-bedroom-window OBSESSED with this show.
Breaking new ground as ever, Netflix has today released this first look at House of Cards season four, confirming that all 13 episodes will consist of President Underwood talking to RoboCop at a table. The sixth will consist entirely of Frank's acerbic asides to camera, such as "Get a load of this bell-end!" It will then be all anyone talks about for a week because it's on Netflix.
American politics is a right old carry-on. They have ballot papers designed by Chad Michael Murray and they don't even have a rich family they pay a huge annual salary to nonce off teenage girls and dress up as Nazis at parties. If only House of Cards made it easier to understand WAIT IT DOES
I don't know about you, but I know a lot about Marco Polo, including the fact that he was called Marco Polo, and also what his name was, and a little bit about what people mainly addressed him as when they spoke to him. Bring it on, Netflix!
It's a cartoon about a drunk horse, but I still think it has something interesting to say about contemporary celebrity. I will not let this Media Studies degree go to waste.
This is despite the self-evident fact that it is an awful, cloying mess which paws guilelessly at your tear ducts like a baby ape trying to coax milk from an unyielding teat.
Netflix's best original show is back, and for a programme about women in stasis, it doesn't half know how to throw everything up in the air. (Spoilers follow.)
Last week I went to a screening of Orange is the New Black season two's first episode. It was predictably great, as I'll outline in a review soon once I've deciphered the notes I made on a torn-up bit of an Ibuprofen packet having forgotten to bring a notepad. #journalism
But the real joy of it was the Q&A featuring Jason Biggs.
In an exciting new episode of Endeavour, the young Morse and Inspector Thursday are trapped in a room slowly filling with cement. Not really: the cycling image on the Netflix PS3 app screwed up and I had the time and ill-founded confidence in my readership to convince myself that a screengrab would look funny. Now let's all get on with our lives.
We did a quick look round the internet the other day and realised that practically no one is writing anything about Breaking Bad. Way to drop the ball, other websites: it's a pretty big deal, you know! Lucky you've got us around to discuss the face off it. (Spoilers all over the place, obviously.)