The streaming juggernaut fronts as wallpaper TV, but its uncanny fiction is anything but easygoing.
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It was a chilly April afternoon when my mother came to visit Chicago from south Florida and I had to figure out a wallpaper-television option that suited her specific appetites. My Black Creole mother, resolutely and proudly southern, may not be the kind of person most critics would look to as a barometer for the taste of the average American, but she’s always been a good gut check for me when considering the preferences of people for whom cinephilia isn’t the goal, just entertainment. My mother’s taste is best described as normcore Americana. I thought through true crime and romantic dramas…
