The TV Show That Made Living in Trump’s America Tolerable

Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. [Manage newsletters]( [View in browser]( [The logo for Daily Beast's Obsessed] Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. with Kevin Fallon Everything we can’t stop loving, hating, and thinking about this week in pop culture. with Kevin Fallon   Advertisement     New This Week - Diane Lockhart abandoning us in our time of need. - The most beautiful new show on TV. - The Twitter mess is horrible…but also funny? - We have thoughts about People’s “Sexiest Man Alive.” - The good news that we all deserve.     What Will I Do Without The Good Fight? In the [first scene of The Good Fight](, Christine Baranski, [as Diane Lockhart](, is staring at her television, eyes wide and mouth agape. She’s frozen, stunned at what’s watching, as if her body is in a state of shock. Forget “fight or flight;” she is traumatized into stillness. On her TV, Donald Trump is being inaugurated as president of the United States. That episode premiered five years ago, less than a month after the inauguration happened in real life. Famously, [The Good Fight creators]( Robert and Michelle King rewrote and reshot the pilot following the shocking election results. That quick pivot injected the series with what would become its defining trait and that of our collective existences in the years that followed: incredulity. After [six seasons](, The Good Fight wrapped up its remarkable run this week on Paramount+. (Its final episodes are titled “The End of Democracy” and “The End of Everything,” to give a sense of how bluntly the series engaged with the reality of the world and its palpable nihilism.) I can’t tell you what a relief it’s been to spend these years with Christine Baranski, [bonding over that incredulity](. Each one of Diane Lockhart’s heavy sighs has been meaningful to me. Audra MacDonald, who plays Liz Reddick, Diane’s partner at a law firm, is unparalleled in her skills at befuddled stuttering and shaking her head in disbelief. I felt seen. There’s a way that Sarah Steele’s Marissa Gold, an investigator-turned-lawyer, cocks her eyebrow, crinkles her forehead, and sends her eyes bugging out of their sockets that was like staring into a mirror each time she was on screen. It’s not just that The Good Fight wrote Trump’s presidency into the show, when few other drama series did. It’s that it also bolstered the obvious anger and fear surrounding those years with more complicated feelings of bafflement, exasperation, delirium, and desperation. When one can’t comprehend how the reality surrounding them is possible, they feel unmoored. With its graceful act of acknowledging that feeling when no other series or even news program really could, The Good Fight steadied us again. “What’s bad for the world is often good for our show,” Robert King recently joked to me [in an interview](. It was cheeky, but it was certainly not a lie. The key clarification is that The Good Fight was never opportunistic about its incorporation of life’s overwhelming darkness. No real-world story was garishly exploited for some kind of triggering emotional response. If anything, the show’s portrait of the unsettling dread that we’ve started to wear as a second skin has been generous. It’s maybe even been healing, though the series never had such schmaltzy intentions. Now that The Good Fight is over, after a flawless six-season run, I’m not sure where to turn for that service. A program that I felt a similar attachment to was [Full Frontal With Samantha Bee](. The talk show, which allowed Bee to fume each week over the outrageousness of the political landscape, was the closest thing we had to screaming into a void—a release we all needed. That show, however, [was recently canceled](. Russell T. Davies’ Years and Years was essential viewing for its unwavering dramatization of the impact our current climate will have on the future; it was also so upsetting that, [after one particular episode](, I had to turn off the television to go vomit. And Lord knows The Handmaid’s Tale has long [overstayed its welcome]( as a necessary cautionary tale. There are plenty of series that use character studies to show what life is like for certain demographics in unprecedented times—even the Roseanne [spin-off The Conners]( is a great example of that. But they lack the direct confrontation with today’s surreality that The Good Fight was. One imagines that a return to “comfort viewing” might be a last resort, the feel-good boom that made [Schitt’s Creek](, [Ted Lasso](, and [The Great British Baking Show]( such hits during the pandemic. I’m not opposed to that. (From this year, I would recommend [What We Do in the Shadows]( and [Girls5eva]( for sheer laugh content, and [Somebody Somewhere]( and [Better Things]( to experience all the feels.) But I don’t think pure distraction is healthy. The thing is, though: I’m not sure there are many shows that I’d want to tackle the news of the world in the way that The Good Fight did. On a recent episode [of the podcast Las Culturistas](, guest Abbi Jacobson used the word “trumped” as a verb, and then stopped herself to reword what she was trying to say—horrified at even hearing Trump’s name out of her mouth as normal vocabulary. I get that. Imagine if Modern Family or This Is Us suddenly had plots about Kellyanne Conway. No thanks. It’s similar to how seeing the pandemic unfold in scripted series in 2020 and 2021 bordered on insufferable. (The Good Fight, unsurprisingly, is one of the few shows to incorporate the pandemic brilliantly.) It’s an impossible position to be in. No other series seems equipped to do what The Good Fight did. But pretending those issues don’t exist doesn’t feel right, either. These last years passed as if there were a safety line that tethered us to reality, but someone cut it when we weren’t looking. Now we’re spinning off into space, watching sanity, grace, and dignity disappear into the distance as we ping-pong against other people who are going through the same experience. It’s not a great strategy to ignore the fact that you’re falling. There’s a natural, unsavory conclusion to that tactic. Watching The Good Fight, then, has been akin to releasing a series of emergency parachutes, to at least slow the fall. To reference a popular plot on the show, it’s been like microdosing catharsis. I’ll miss that trip.     OK, The English Is Really Freaking Pretty There’s a lot of darkness on TV these days. As in, I can’t see a damned thing. Good luck watching an episode of [Ozark]( if you haven’t retrofitted every window in your home with blackout curtains and crawled down to cover every gap between a door and the floor, to ensure that no light seeps in. There was that [episode of House of the Dragon]( that caused a veritable riot, because no one could make out what was happening on screen. The conflation of “good TV” with “dark TV” has gotten out of control. But watching the new Amazon Prime series The English was like seeing TV for the first time again. In this case, almost literally. On the recommendation of [my colleague Coleman Spilde](, I checked out the Western series, which stars Emily Blunt and Chaske Spencer as an unlikely duo journeying through the plains together to accomplish their respective missions. And if it isn’t the prettiest dang series I’ve ever seen. Created and directed by Hugo Blick, it is so bright and colorful I contemplated wearing sunglasses while watching it. The visuals are stunning. Shots of Blunt in the center of the frame, the wind sweeping her hair, are beyond gorgeous, with the sky behind her so blue it seems painted. A sun flare bursts in the corner of the frame, as if it’s going to come through the screen. So many shots like that are so beautiful, I felt moved to shed a single tear—a poignancy that would be worthy of such camera work. (Are the shots that nice, or am I just so moved at finally being able to see something on TV again? Who could say?) There’s a lot to endorse about The English. Blunt continues her reign of being perfect at acting, and Spencer very much rises to the occasion as her scene partner. But, folks! Again, it’s so pretty! Watch and (if you’re like me) weep!     Laughing as Twitter Digs Its Grave I am so conflicted about what is happening with Twitter. I’m both sad about the community I might lose and the laughs that I might not get back if Elon Musk’s dimwitted policies eventually drive us all off the site—but also tantalized by the possibility of being freed from my unhealthy devotion to a toxic social media platform. Still, there’s fleeting amusement to be had as Musk burns it all to the ground. Musk’s announcement that impersonation accounts not clearly marked as “parody” [would be immediately banned]( was a calamity and a joy, as people tested the limits of this (apparently serious) threat. But the thing that has me giggling still is the policy that no longer allows verified users to change their names. That, again, is to thwart impersonation. It also is boneheaded. Good luck to you if you ever get married and take your spouse’s last name. Elon Musk said, “Single-people rights!” A perhaps unintentional result of this policy, however, is that anyone who changed their Twitter name to something silly for Halloween and forgot to change it back before this new rule went in place is now stuck. Case in point: [This hilarious tweet]( from RuPaul’s Drag Race winner Jaida Essence Hall.     The Truth About the “Sexiest Man Alive” I’m going to let everyone in on a secret that will blow your minds. It will make you rethink everything you know about yourself, the world, and humanity. It’s that shocking. Are you ready? People’s “Sexiest Man Alive” is a sham. (“What?!” you’re thinking. “The title that went to Blake Shelton instead of Ryan Gosling in 2017 isn’t democratic or legitimate?” I know. I’m sorry to break it to you.) The issue is orchestrated between the editors of the magazine and celebrity publicists who are pitching their clients, often because they have something to promote. A celebrity needs to agree to be on the cover, and their publicist needs to think it’s a good career move at that moment in time. There’s a whole photo shoot and everything; if an actor doesn’t want to do it, or feels embarrassed by the attention, he doesn't get the title—even if he deserves it. All that said, [this year, the magazine got it right](. Sexiest Man Alive is selected through a flawless process, and the decision is unimpeachable. It’s perfect. It’s right. No notes.     Rejoice, My Fellow Humans There’s [hope for the future]( yet: [Obsess over it!](     [See This]   - Black Panther: Wakanda Forever: If we must see a Marvel movie, at least it’s this one. (Now in theaters) - Falling for Christmas: If you watch this movie and take it seriously, seek help. (Now on Netflix) - The English: Emily Blunt in a Western! Pretty person in pretty places looking pretty! (Now on Amazon) - Teletubbies: Support our purse-toting purple alien. LGBT rights! (Mon. on Netflix) [Skip This]   - Mammals: Wild timing for a show in which James Corden plays a Michelin-starred chef to premiere. (Now on Amazon) - R.I.P.D. 2: Rise of the Damned: A straight-to-streaming sequel to a movie we didn’t even know existed. (Tues. on Netflix)   Like our take on what to watch? Check out our see skip newsletter! [Sign up for free](     [The logo for Daily Beast's Obsessed] [TV]( [Movies]( [Reviews]( [Previews]( [TV]( [Reviews]( [Movies]( [Previews]( [Daily Beast Obsessed Facebook]( [Daily Beast Obsessed Twitter]( [Daily Beast Obsessed Instagram](   Advertisement   Was this email forwarded to you? 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