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. Nothing’s obviously wrong, you’ve already bitten off a giant chunk, but there’s no snap. Oliver’s penchant for dips extends to stale shrimp now. Mabel seems to be in a good place—until she’s not. Charles is Charles—and 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 déjà vu settles like fine dust on everything.
We’ve reached peak era of stretching what shouldn’t be stretched. Everything is a spinoff or a sequel or a prequel or a prequel’s 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 we’ll convince ourselves we are waiting for, since we’re in too deep now (and because of “finale”). Wednesday season two we didn’t complain about since they brought out the big guns aka Lady Gaga. Spandex in everything else? Stop it!
Perhaps it’s time we trudge to the theatre and catch the latest Malayalam superhero flick that’s making news. For The Nod’s take on that and everything else, scroll below.
