When this revival series got the Netflix makeover, which is to say its drama polished for international appeal, it lost some the humanity that made the original three seasons wistfully exciting, romantically brave, and what felt to me like an authentic portrayal of a woman in power.
The first season of The Cleaner is the perfect binge on rainy weekends. At times totally wacky, always spectacularly gory and insistently puerile, this comedy series is enjoyable because each episode features a character whose transformation feels uplifiting, even though the narratives are sometimes hit and miss.
I think Sex in Japan: Dying for Company is a compassionate and insightful look at today's Japan. What I like most in this story is the reporting. Rather than talking to media savvy academics or commentators, The Feed team engage with 'ordinary' young Japanese.
After watching three seasons of Transparent, I find myself envying the Jews. The transgressions of the self absorbed, upper middle class Californian-Jewish Pfefferman clan makes my own dysfunctional family seem so excruciatingly banal that I'm wishing I could wallow in all that Jewish trauma. Which is perverse of course, and that to me is the attraction of Transparent.