For any of you who have been anxiously waiting for the season finale of standout podcast series Serial, the following somewhat embarrassing information about myself will make sense to you, at least in the context of the show. And for those of you un-hip, living under a rock types, please do yourselves a cultural favor and get with the times! (Fair warning: Spoilers ahead for the uninitiated.)
It’s no secret that I thoroughly (and I do mean thoroughly) enjoy the Showtime series Homeland, if nothing other than to watch the spectacular performances put on by leads Claire Daines and Damian Lewis. But the storytelling is equally as thrilling and compelling.
The last thing on my mind when watching the series? Tourism.
It’s been very busy for me lately, that’s for sure. If it’s not man-eating pigs that capture my attention, then it’s the misadventures of a serial killer. And if not that, then it has to be the bipolar spy who’s trying to prevent a sequel to 9/11. And lets not forget about my ongoing music project.
But there’s no way that I was going to be missing out on the web of deceit that envelops one of my favorite shows, Sons of Anarchy.
I’m not sure why I was compelled to write about this, but I guess it’s one of those “truth is stranger than fiction” moments that seems somewhat worthy of a mention.