As I watched the latest season of Only Murders in the Building, I got a feeling that comes from munching on a borderline-soggy cookie. Nothingâs obviously wrong, youâve already bitten off a giant chunk, but thereâs no snap. Oliverâs penchant for dips extends to stale shrimp now. Mabel seems to be in a good placeâuntil sheâs not. Charles is Charlesâand still a sucker for ladies with a side of danger. While there are occasional laughs to be derived from the lines between this age-gap sleuthing/podcasting trio, the dĂŠjĂ vu settles like fine dust on everything.
Weâve reached peak era of stretching what shouldnât be stretched. Everything is a spinoff or a sequel or a prequel or a prequelâs prequel. The storylines extend for more seasons than fashion weeks, even if not all of them are created equal. Yes, please give us another season of Dept. Q. The finale of Stranger Things too weâll convince ourselves we are waiting for, since weâre in too deep now (and because of âfinaleâ). Wednesday season two we didnât complain about since they brought out the big guns aka Lady Gaga. Spandex in everything else? Stop it!
Perhaps itâs time we trudge to the theatre and catch the latest Malayalam superhero flick thatâs making news. For The Nodâs take on that and everything else, scroll below.
