Busted by the Fibbies: Jake Paul—new to me but not to 20.2 million subscribers

YouTube is a blessing and a curse. My husband likes to wander around the videos and more than once, I’ve walked into the sunroom to see some crazy stuff on the big screen. I don’t pay much attention to ‘YouTubers’ unless they’re musicians, poets, or indie filmmakers. That’s the reason I said to myself, Who?,  when I read headlines about Jake Paul’s Calabasas (CA) house getting raided by the feds.

What did Paul do to deserve a search by the FBI? Continue reading “Busted by the Fibbies: Jake Paul—new to me but not to 20.2 million subscribers”

Netflix series on Jeffrey Epstein doesn’t solve mystery or puzzle

Followup to IAS article, “Netflix releases steamy Epstein series” (5/28/2020)

When I saw James Patterson’s book Filthy Rich: A Powerful Billionaire, the Sex Scandal that Undid Him, and All the Justice that Money Can Buy: The Shocking True Story of Jeffrey Epstein was the basis for the Netflix series Filthy Rich, I admit I was puzzled. I still am. I watched the series, and it doesn’t solve the full mystery of Epstein or do anything to clear up my confusion. Continue reading “Netflix series on Jeffrey Epstein doesn’t solve mystery or puzzle”

TNT series with Chris Pine resurrects ‘Black Dahlia’ murder

The limited series I Am the Night resurrects a legendary murder still unsolved more than 70 years after it happened. For decades after Elizabeth Short (‘The Black Dahlia’) was tortured, murdered, and mutilated, her case was used to frighten many a young female whose ambitions included show business. In the South, her case captured just as much attention as it did in the rest of the country. This series sets itself apart from other film and TV coverage of the case, though. The book it’s based on is written by someone with personal ties to a suspect.  Continue reading “TNT series with Chris Pine resurrects ‘Black Dahlia’ murder”

‘The Americans’ finale: One giant snoozefest

Warning: Spoilers ahead. Don’t read this if you haven’t seen the finale and don’t want to know what happens.

Last night, I actually arranged my evening around a TV show. I’ve followed The Americans fairly loyally since the first episode. Sometimes the series got bogged down in navel gazing, but overall it was a very entertaining narrative about Russia, Gorbachev, Reagan, the FBI, and the KGB. I tuned in at 10 p.m. to FX, expecting a strong finish. Instead, it was one giant snoozefest. Continue reading “‘The Americans’ finale: One giant snoozefest”