A week or so ago, Mrs. Hatboy and I finally quit Arrow. The third and fourth seasons were abysmal, badly-written and all over the place with enemies, motivation and angst. The fifth season, or the eight episodes we watched, was no improvement, adding the Russian Bratva to Oliver’s Raymond-Reddingtonesque haunted past where it seems like he did everything all over the globe.
Fuck it. We stuck with it for as long as we did because the Netflix blurb mentioned an alien invasion. Turns out that one was a Flash / Supergirl crossover, but Netflix is dragging its feet with those shows so I don’t have the patience for it. And then the very next episode takes up exactly where the old plot left off, with absolutely nobody caring about the alien invasion and Supergirl. Fuck you, DC. Just fuck you. Let Disney buy you at a discount.
So yeah, goodbye Arrow. Now we’re watching the second season of Jessica Jones, which is alright. I find myself wishing they did more detective stuff (the music and the soliloquies are great), and less tortured punch-power woman. But yeah, it’s alright.
Next up after that is Netflix’s Happy!, recommended to me in the strongest possible terms by Lucas “Mister C” Thorn. So I’ll try that.
We’re also watching Lost in Space with the kids. It’s a worthy reboot (though this is coming from the guy who didn’t hate the 90s reboot with Gary Oldman and Joey from Friends). And with the bit-by-bit backstory-fill and revelations, it really is kinda like Lost. Lost in space, if you will.
And with a little luck, we’ll be launching into Westworld season 2 tonight with Mr. BRKN.
– Posted from my Huawei mobile phone while on the bus.