Three Short Netflix Show Reviews

Altered Carbon (2018)

Creator: Laeta Kalogridis

Stars: Joel Kinnaman, James Purefoy, Martha Higareda, Chris Connor, Dichen Lachman, Ato Essandoh, Kristin Lehman, Trieu Tran, and Renée Elise Goldsberry

Episodes: 10

Running Time: 60 minutes

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Altered Carbon is a sci-fi show incorporating elements and concepts found today.  The dichotomy between the have and have nots will always be a part of civilization.  There is a pecking order in any social organization or particular culture.  This futuristic world is no different.  The main character is a highly trained soldier named Takeshi Kovacs (interesting surname choice played by Will Yun Lee and Joel Kinnaman).  He is brought back from the dead to solve the mystery of who killed Laurens Bancroft (played by James Purefoy).  There is not going to be an easy task for Kovacs (Joel Kinnaman) even though he walks around with a little backpack you’d more likely find on a little girl who’s into trendy accessories. The path he follows zigzags from past and present, the backstory woven well, until the end.  There is some nudity in the show, and while some of it may seem excessive, it does lend itself to the story.  I’m thinking of a particular fight scene between Reileen (played by Dichen Lachman) and Kristin (played by Martha Higareda).  Let’s face the fact of Reileen being a badass fighter who defends first and doesn’t bother to ask questions later even when naked.  She is that sure of herself.  The fight scenes in and out of the ring are also some of my favorites.  While I like Joel Kinnaman as an actor, I hope they don’t bring him back.  The appeal of the show is the same characters taking different “sleeves.”  But, I do hope they bring the character name of Takeshi back as well Kristin and the comic relief of Poe (played by Chris Connor).  While this show included unfamiliar concepts and thoughts, it was not so radically different that you get completely lost.  However, there was mild confusion in one of the sub-stories.  It has not been renewed for a second season, but more than likely will be and cast to be determined.  I give Altered Carbon a rating of 95%.

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Seven Seconds (2018)

Creator: Veena Sud

Stars: Clare-Hope Ashitey, Michael Mosley, David Lyons, Isaiah Butler, Regina King, Peter Jablonski, Nadia Alexander

Episodes: 10

Running Time: 60 minutes

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Seven Seconds is a crime drama involving racial tensions and corrupt cops in New Jersey.  It’s created by Veena Sud, the same woman who gave us The Killing.  This show threw everything into it, including a few sinks along the way.  I understood the reasoning, but it seemed to leave some characters only scratching the surface when they could have dug deeper. I might liken it to jam packing everything into a tiny suitcase, hoping you’re able to sit on it efficiently to close it.  Sometimes it works better to leave a few things out or save for a later date.  The show follows the Butler family after a tragedy occurs.  It takes you into the heart of the police department, court system, lawyers, gang activity, racial and sexual stereotypes.  There has been some grumbling about the ending, but it is a realistic portrayal of what could and does happen.  The characters of KJ Harper (played by Clare-Hope Ashitey), Fish Rinaldi (played by Michael Mosley), Latrice Butler played by Regina King), and Isaiah Butler (played by Russell Hornsby) were the best in the show.  The pacing is slower than The Killing.  It does not have as many twists and turns compared to it either, but it kept my attention.  It has not been renewed for a second season, but more than likely will be and cast to be determined.  I give Seven Seconds a rating of 90%.

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Ozark (2017)

Creators: Bill Dubuque and Mark Williams

Stars: Jason Bateman, Laura Linney, Julia Garner, Jason Butler Harner, Marc Menchaca, Esai Morales, Michael Mosley, and Charlie Tahan

Episodes: 10

Running Time: 60 minutes

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Ozark is a crime drama involving a Chicago family that is uprooted from their home when a business deal sinks further down a hole that does not seem to end.  This show hooked me from the start and never go.  This show is about power, control, and expectations within the Bryde and Langmore families.  When you add questionable FBI tactics, drug cartel laundering, and church services held on a lake in boats, things only get better for the viewer.  The characters of Marty Bryde (played by Jason Bateman), Wendy Bryde (played by Laura Linney), Ruth Langmore (played by Julia Garner), Russ Langmore (played by Marc Menchaca), and Del (played by Esai Morales) were some of my favorites.  This is a well-constructed script and the casting is on point.  Some may be offended by the stereotypes of the people, but this is bound to happen in writing. While not everyone is in need of major dental work and/or enjoys shooting animals just because there’s nothing else to do, these people do exist in the Ozarks and beyond.  When you mix together city life people with smaller town people, it tends to be a good story.  It has been renewed for a second season, but the specific story line is to be determined.  In conclusion, I give Ozark a rating of 97%.

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Trifecta #10

Picture of the Week: Dare to be Different

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Word of the Week: Hard Work Takes Effort

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Video of the Week: Man does Animal Sounds

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Short Story: Albertine and Josephine

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I placed twenty-dollar bills into his hand, making sure he saw each one.  BB looked at me, showing a little bit of sorrow on his face.  He knew who they truly belonged to.  He also missed her as much as I did.  I should’ve invited him to the river when I sprinkled the last of Josephine’s ashes.  We frequented this area since we were in grade school.  We shared our deepest secrets underneath the trees.  It seemed not long ago we were ten years old.

I was asking Josephine to braid her hair.  She didn’t like others messing with her auburn locks, and would tell me no.  She’d leap up and run off.  Her legs were faster than mine.  I would still chase her until we found ourselves bumping into each other and laughing as we fell onto the grass.

It was incredibly hard to watch my best friend submerge into the water, be carried away, and all the while I heard our last conversation.

“Albertine, how much I will miss you.  Saying your name.  Hearing you say mine.  You know how much I love my hair, but giving you a lock of it might be a good thing.”

I had been waiting for her to say that since the beginning of our friendship.  I had decided if she wasn’t willing to give me a piece of her hair, I was going to take some of it after she died.  Thankfully, it never came to that, but I was always ready.  I pulled out a scissors from my coat pocket.

“Here, let me do it,” I said.  “I’ll be sure to only take a little bit.”

“Take it near my face, but not too close. I don’t want you to accidentally nick me.  And I want to see it.”

After I had separated the strands I was taking, I further separated it with string.

“Hold still now,” I said.

She gasped a little bit when she heard the scissors close shut.  For the first time in her life, Josephine was asymmetrical when it came to her hair.  I held it out in front of her face, but not before tugging on the tiny knot.

“Not even enough to miss.”

She nodded slightly, picked up the mirror beside her, and inspected the area where I clipped her hair.

“I could always count on you to do things right,” said Josephine.  “I hope you know that.”

“I do.” I said with some sass.  “Isn’t that why you kept me around all these years?”

“Stop it.”  She wiped her misty eyes.  “I’m going to miss you so much.  Your words.  Your face.  You know I love you like a sister.”

These words lingered in my memory as she took her last breaths.  She was unable to speak during her last days.  It was excruciating for me.  I had difficulty concentrating.  All I could do was hold her hand during this time.  Of course, I loved her in return, and told her this every morning and night.  We had been best friends for most of our lives.  I placed her hands on her chest when she was gone.  I kissed her forehead and recited her favorite prayer.  She had already closed her eyes for me.

There were a handful still alive from our high school class.  We used to wonder who would die first between us.  I now knew the answer.

Josephine did have some surprises even as she reached her golden years.  The night she invited me for a nice car ride comes to mind.  She had recently turned seventy.  She wouldn’t tell me where we were going when I asked her.  I followed her into a building, and found myself standing behind her in a semi-lit room.  It was spacious enough to put your arms out, but as the night progressed, it became crowded.

This was my introduction to the secret world of gambling of a different kind.  I watched her give money to a stranger.  I later learned his name was Bruce Bowman.  My friend had gone from the innocent girl of a farmer father and stay at home mother to taking part in shady activity.  She blamed it on her second cousin, half-joking.

“That’s not fair to Harold.” I said, half-joking too.

Harold had gotten into trouble with the local authorities for letting nearby farm livestock run wild.  He said cows should run free once in a while, but he really only wanted to laugh at their confusion once the gate was open and after he took a swipe at their backside.  He was known around town as a troublemaker.  While he never did anything serious, it was enough for people to never give him a chance.  He worked on her father’s farm, and even survived an accident that took his left leg from the knee down.

It was no surprise that she gave him a sizable chunk to him when she sold her father’s farm and surrounding land.  He gave her a handmade card.  It never said thanks, but told her she had done the right thing of spreading some of the family butter onto his bread.  He lived out his remaining years exceptionally close to his cousin.  She confided in him as much as me about her troubled marriage.  He gave her advice while strumming his four-stringed guitar.  His advice never amounted to much of anything because her marriage was doomed from the start.  He eagerly listened, and she appreciated this.  We all agreed it had been a good thing when Edgar died from a car accident.

As winter thawed into spring, Harold ended up dying in the summer.  She invited me to the funeral, just the two of us, and we buried him in the local cemetery.  There was no one left alive from her immediate family and her extended family were far removed.  She had no one to leave her inheritance with so she left it to me, her best friend, and it served me well.

It took several attempts for me to withdraw any amount of money from her account.  The closest I got was the bank door the first time.  I couldn’t even put my fingers around the handle.  The feeling of irresponsibility stopped me.  When I got the courage to finally enter the bank, I asked for one hundred one dollar bills.  The teller gave me what I asked for, but not without giving me a funny look.  I sat in my car making sure the top of George Washington’s head was to the right before I left the parking lot.

I know the exact time when I was reminded time was limited.  It was 7:03 on a Saturday night when I asked Josephine why she was giving away her money to a stranger in a strange room.

“I’m not going to live forever,” she said in a matter of fact tone, “and my only wish is to live the remaining years having fun.  You might think it’s silly, but it keeps me going.”

She started gambling ones, went to fives, later tens, and only used twenties by the end.  She won more than she lost.  I encouraged her to find another way to live the good life, which made her sour.  She finally admitted she found parts of it ghastly.  The body odor that lingered in the air.  She used to stuff cotton into her nose, but the smells often went right through it.  We both learned to deal with it.  The longer you stayed, the less it was an annoyance.  Stick around long enough, you win more, which was the whole reason for being there.

I watched people with their body odor give their money to BB.  I was amazed at how Josephine hardly looked at him during their exchanges.  Most of their talk was through gestures.  Before they departed, he gave her a tiny smile.  She then grabbed my hand, and moved me through the crowd.  I learned the first names of certain people, warned about the unsavory ones, discovered who won the big jackpot the last time, and the unfortunate person named Cliff who wasn’t liked by anyone.  He had a habit of eating Rice Crispy Bars and touching people with his sticky fingers.

I learned what “dinner time” meant.  It started when the lights dimmed.  The predator appeared with its owner.  They varied as much as the prey.  The first time I saw dinner time I was shocked.  The hawk was normal size, but one of the mice was small and the other large.  Josephine had bet the larger mouse would be eaten first in the enclosure.  She was right.  Raptors were just as popular as the snakes.

There had been one anomaly where a falcon had killed both mice at the same time.  They had huddled together, almost paralyzed, and neither made a sound until they were both snatched up.  Things changed, the main one being a divider preventing the prey from meeting in the middle.  People claimed it was confusing to the predator.  Josephine pitied the person who kept track of which side it was released each time.

She had a good eye for winners.  I had even a better one.  I made it a habit of being near the entrance when the predator was ushered into the room.  It allowed me to see how it was acting and responding especially when released from its cage or given a little more freedom.  I didn’t go to school for this, but observation goes a long way.  I owe all my winnings to taking mental notes, and maybe, a tiny fraction of luck.  I seldom gave bad advice to Josephine, and now that I frequent this room alone, it turned out I was the better gambler.  Not too shabby for a person who thought this whole thing was farcical on her first visit.

Josephine’s final appearance and goodbye left a bitter taste in her mouth.  She was leaving familiar faces behind, but not one of them she could call a true friend. They were only acquaintances.  Yet, she would still miss the multiple conversations buzzing all around.  It softened the blow upon learning her biggest regret was partly her fault.  This I know because she told me that same night as I forced her to be a passenger in her own car.

Since her death, BB and I became friends.  He took my money inside the room, but  outside of it we only talked.  We ate lunch at the local diner each month.  I gave him stories.  He gave me laughter.  I respected him more when I learned he was struggling to make ends meet after his wife left him.  His two daughters often had to take care of themselves.  It didn’t take long for me to sign the remaining money Josephine had left me and all my gambling profits to BB. 

I could live off the remaining money I had, and still I felt sadness when he hugged me. I wanted it to be Josephine’s hands.   She would never know what I withheld from her year after year.  I should have said more, but misgivings are wasted time when you’re old like me.  The only thing that mattered now were my ashes.  I instructed BB to put them in the same spot Josephine had entered.  Our friendship was evolving into something else.  There was nothing more for me to do except wait and be patient because that is the final definition of life and death.

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Trifecta #9

PICTURE OF THE WEEK

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WORD OF THE WEEK

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VIDEO OF THE WEEK

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Menace is Nothing but Real

Menace has become my favorite person on the Woody Show. 

You can always listen to their podcasts and watch videos on YouTube or Facebook. 

Enjoy the Weekend! 

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Random Pictures From This Week

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March Random Info

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The last American troops departed South Vietnam, ending nearly ten years of U.S. military presence in that country.

Jeopardy premiered on March 30, 1964 with host Art Fleming.

The U.S. Congress established time zones and approved daylight saving time in March 1918. 

Violinist Midori Goto made her concert debut in 1982 with the New York Philharmonic symphony orchestra at the age of eleven.

Compact disc players and music CDs made their debut in the United States and the UK on March 2, 1983.  The products were released in Japan the previous year.

To remove unpleasant odors from your microwave, add a tablespoon of lemon juice to a cup of water and microwave on high for a minute.  Your microwave will smell lemony fresh.

The dwarf planet Pluto is only four hours away when traveling at the speed of light

The Sahara Desert once had a wet climate.  The area was covered with forests about 12,000 years ago.  Today it is the world’s largest desert.

Professional mime Marcel Marceau had the only speaking role in Mel Brooks’ Silent Movie.

Total winnings of Ken Jennings was $2,520,700 during his record-shattering seventy-four game winning streak on the TV quiz show JEOPARDY! (not including a $2,000 consolation prize for coming in second on his final game in 2004).

In 1958, the Boston Red Sox signed Ted Williams for $135,000, which was then the highest salary in baseball.

Number of postage stamps in Franklin D. Roosevelt’s personal collection, according to the FDR Presidential Library and Museum is 1.2 million.

Source Material: Andrew McMeel Publishing

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