This one was truly a revelation, probably because, even going in with high expectations, I didn’t think Ozark would actually be THIS good. And it really IS that good.
I must admit, I was reluctant to begin The Handmaid’s Tale, despite all the rave reviews and the positive comments from people whose taste in TV I trust completely. The subject matter felt a bit too heavy for summertime consumption, and, having skipped the Mad Men craze, I was never a huge fan of Elizabeth Moss and her perpetually sour expression.
Having binge-watched the entire first season in a matter of days, I’m the first to admit I was wrong, and so glad I soldiered on, in spite of my initial apprehension. I’ve had the book on my reading list for years and kept putting it off for the same reasons I kept avoiding the TV show: I tend to consume novels in the summer, and a tragic tale set in a post-apocalyptic patriarchy just doesn’t scream beach-appropriate reading material. Thus, aside from a general summary of the main plot line, I was largely unaware of the actual story, and went in not expecting what I was about to watch.
Here’s a tip for anyone vacationing while their favorite show is drawing to a close: don’t make plans to travel on the day when you’re supposed to be watching the most awaited episode of the season.
Luckily, I was able to hold off on checking out social media and didn’t get spoiled before I could finally sit down and watch The Dragon and The Wolf, and even though a hell of a lot of ink has been spilled discussing the supersized season finale, I’m back to share my ramblings with you.