What a surprising turn, for show that seemed, for all intents and purposes, passable good, this show was awesome. Kerry Russel, or as I commonly know her, the mom from August Rush, is incredible, but Mathew Rhys Evans takes the cake. The Russian Espionage Cake that hides in plain sight in suburban America in the nineteen seventies at the height of the cold war. A harrowing story about some of the most probably unheroic characters takes an interesting look into the world of national espionage before the modern era of technology forever changed the landscape. Complete with "pay-phones", "land lines", and "vacuum tube radios", honestly, I don't even know what I'm saying this show winds intrigue, deception, betrayal, and subterfuge beautifully. Interestingly enough we find out it was written by an ex-CIA operative turned author and suddenly the inclusion of certain reasonable, if outlandish tropes, and the omission of others makes way more sense, but adds a sense of legitimacy to the show that only furthers its exceptionality. Hint, there's a scene where a man switches from phone to phone and a secret cereal box prize- looking "spy camera", but as far as we can tell the show doesn't include any shoes that are telephones or a witty older British man explain such gags.
Tune in each Monday as we choose a new show and make more wildly inaccurate assumptions. Okay byeeeeee.
