Waiting It Out
March on Netflix was its usual deluge. New seasons of Jessica Jones, Love, Santa Clarita Diet, Designated Survivor, Suits, Gotham, The Blacklist—the reliable stuff you were already watching. Some of it held up.
But the month also surfaced the more obscure arrivals. Collateral. Requiem. The Defiant Ones. Mädchen hinter Gittern, a German prison drama that somehow lands every time. B: The Beginning. A.I.C.O. Incarnation. Children of the Whales. Stretch Armstrong. Shows that take a few hours and vanish. That was the deal.
The films were stronger. Annihilation actually understood the source material. Game Over, Man! was pure dumb fun. Ricky Gervais on stage doing his thing. Das Wunder von Bern, another German film, this one about football and fathers, hitting deeper than expected. Then the Marvel movies showed up again like clockwork—Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, Thor, Captain America. Alice Through the Looking Glass for surfaces without substance. Bolt for something harmless. Black Swan for that dark, beautiful feeling.
That whole month had a rhythm to it. Cold, gray outside. Staying in. Hot drink. Reaching for whatever was scrolling past. Not everything stuck. Some of it was bad. But there’s a kind of peace in knowing nothing’s going to change you, just fill the time until spring comes back.