Monday, March 15, 2021

5 terrific streaming foreign TV series to watch while waiting for the pandemic to be over



Andea Riseborough and Dane DeHaan in ZeroZeroZero


Thanks to COVID, Americans have discovered that Hollywood is no longer the only game in town when it comes to television and movie production.

For more than a year now, millions of us have been hunkered down, unwilling to go to movie theaters, or to watch network TV shows that force us to wait a week for the next episode. Many of us can’t remember what we had for lunch, much less the intricacies of a plot from last week. So we stay home, day after day, night after night, and binge-watch streaming TV.


The pandemic has turbocharged the growth of Netflix, Amazon Prime and other streaming services that showcase programs from all over the world, directed by directors you’ve never heard of and starring actors who actually studied acting rather than slid into leading roles because they were models and/or the spawn of Hollywood celebrities. Many foreign TV scripts are original ideas, something that's rarely greenlighted in risk-averse Hollywood which produces formulaic entertainment that relies on special effects rather than coherent plots.


Over the last 12 months, my wife and I have binge-watched more streaming multi-episode foreign TV series than we could have ever envisioned watching in 12 years.  Some didn’t meet our expectations but a surprising number exceeded them. If you missed it, here’s a blog post I wrote recommending some of the best shows we watched during the first six months of the pandemic. 


And here, as a public service are five more, pre-screened for your viewing pleasure, assuming you are willing to read subtitles and have an attention span longer than a Jack Russell terrier.


Even if you’ve been vaccinated, you’re going to be staying home binge-watching TV for the foreseeable future because, Fauci now tells us, the vaccine may keep you from dying but won’t prevent you from getting COVID which you could unwittingly pass along to someone unless you wear a mask in public and you’re sick of that shit not to mention you’re tired of hearing waiters recite tonight’s specials through masks— you can’t understand most of them when they’re not wearing masks much less when they are.  


So you might as well call Uber Eats, park yourself in front of the TV, and imagine yourself someplace far away.


Click the videos below to watch the official trailers for each series.



ZeroZeroZero

Italy

Amazon Prime

8 episodes


There are three interwoven stories in this thriller shot in Italy, Mexico, New Orleans and Morocco, each equally fascinating and disturbing.


In Calabria, Italy, an aging Don, who has been hiding out from his enemies in a mountaintop bunker, orders $900 million worth of cocaine from a Mexican cartel. His grandson, already envisioning himself as grandpa’s replacement, vows to prevent the shipment from being delivered.


In Monterey, where the drugs are hidden in cans of chiles then vacuum sealed for shipment, God tells a Mexican army sergeant to take over that city’s street distribution of coke. At least that’s how the soldier conveniently interprets God’s command; God would no doubt disagree. (“I said hugs, not drugs.”)  One minute he’s leading a team of fellow soldiers executing a bus full of innocent passengers to prove to the locals there’s a new cartel in town, the next he’s attending a fundamentalist church service where people are speaking in tongues and writhing about. 


Meanwhile, in New Orleans, a shipping magnate the Don has always depended upon to deliver his drugs from the New World to the Old, dies, and his two thirty-something grief-stricken offspring decide to oversee the consignment themselves, using one of their father’s ships. Once at sea, things go awry and the shipment is diverted to Senegal, then driven through the jihadist-infested Sahara Desert to Casablanca to be loaded on a new ship. There, the Don’s grandson shows up in a desperate attempt to halt the delivery, discredit the grandfather he loathes, and save his wife and child who are being held hostage back in Calabria. 


The final scene, shot in Monterey, will leave you bug-eyed.


American actor Dane DeHaan, who plays the son of the shipping magnate, turns in an unforgettable performance. Hope he’s keeping an empty shelf to display his Best Actor in a TV series award because he deserves it. Andrea Riseborough, who plays his sister, should get one, too. Not that I would know who deserves what acting award but critics always write as if they are intimately familiar with every actor and his or her roles, and I’m getting paid by the word so I am writing it too. (Disclosure: I don’t get paid to write this blog. I said that to see if you’re still reading.)




Money Heist

Spain

Netflix

4 parts, 31 episodes


The English name of this series is unfortunate and uninspiring. In Spanish the show is titled La Casa de Papel, House of Paper. A much better name. 


A team of misfit thieves, forgers, miners and computer experts is recruited by a professorial mastermind to pull off the ultimate money heist. To ensure they can’t identify their fellow heisters if they’re caught, none are allowed to reveal their names to the others; they’re renamed after cities — Tokyo, Berlin, Rio, Denver, Oslo, Helsinki, etc.  After months of boot camp to prepare  for every eventuality, the group occupies the Spanish Mint, takes hostages, cranks up the presses, and starts printing hundreds of millions of Euros they plan to smuggle out through a tunnel they are excavating under the building. The public is so enthralled by the audacity of this out-of-the-box heist, not to mention the fact that the crooks and their hostages wear Salvador Dali masks making it impossible for cops to tell the good guys from the bad, that they cheer for the bad guys, making the job of law enforcement officials doubly difficult. 


Directing the heist from a hideout outside the Mint, the professor finds himself falling in love with the lead detective who wavers between believing she has, at long last, found the man of her dreams, and suspecting he just may be the thief she’s searching for. One of the hostages, pregnant by the Mint’s manager, falls head over heels with one of the heisters, and joins the group as her weaselly former lover tries to stir his fellow hostages to revolt. Do they escape with the money? That’s what the show is all about and you won’t find out until the very end.


One of Netflix’ biggest global hits, Money Heist has achieved cult status. The actors are mobbed wherever they go.  Originally envisioned as a two-part self-contained miniseries, two more parts were hastily written and produced to cash in on the phenomenon. Don’t bother watching parts 3 and 4. These parts feature the same basic storyline, substituting Spain’s gold depository for its Mint. Instead, sign up for the Sundance Now streaming channel (not to be confused with the plain old Sundance Channel) for a month to watch two altogether different and equally satisfying series.


Tommy’s tip: You can subscribe to Sundance Now through your Amazon Prime account for $6.99 a month and cancel at any time with no penalty. One month is enough to watch the next two shows if you watch two a night, which you easily can if you, like I, have no life. 





The Restaurant

Sweden

Sundance Now

Three seasons, 32 episodes


This soapy series covers a 25-year period in the lives of the well-to-do Lowander family and the employees of the upscale restaurant they own. Think of it as a cross between Downton Abbey and Dallas.


It begins in Stockholm on VE Day 1945 when daughter Nina has a brief fling with a poverty-stricken young man, Calle, who has just started as an assistant in the restaurant’s kitchen. Their on- and off- love affair is one of the several storylines that will keep you tuning in night after night. (Surely you haven’t sunk to the point that you watch streaming TV during the daytime, have you? If you have, you’re not alone. In the early days of the pandemic when we all thought it would be over soon, I did, too. Disgusted after watching three back-to-back seasons of “90 Day Fiance” on TLC’s streaming app, I forced myself to stop but not until I had lost billions of brain cells I’ll never get back.)


The restaurant, which hasn’t changed much over the last 50 years, is being managed by Gustaf, the stodgy oldest son who drinks too much because he has a deep dark secret. Nina, a vacuous party girl, hangs with her equally vapid society friends and wants to start a nightclub. Their brother, Peter, returns home from the war with a girlfriend, a concentration camp survivor — every postwar European series features a Holocaust survivor. He decides he doesn’t want to be involved in the restaurant, becomes a lawyer, but finally has to step in to save it from financial ruin.


Calle, it turns out, is a creative genius. Unlike the long-time chef with whom the matriarch of the family has been having a decades-long affair, he has the ability to create the type of newfangled dishes two of the three children believe the restaurant needs to stay in business. He eventually lands his own TV cooking show, which only increases his reputation.


Margareta, a waitress trying to raise her fatherless child, joins the restaurant workers’ union, rises through the rank and file, and by the end of the series has become one of Sweden’s most powerful politicians. But she has the same troubling secret as Gustaf.


Soapy? For sure. Educational? Yep, if you, like me, are interested in postwar Sweden whose economy was rebuilt by unionization into one of the world’s strongest, then almost destroyed by taxation. (OK, so you aren’t interested in postwar Sweden, but watch it anyway. You know I’m a nerd.) And the clothes, sets and props are outstanding.


As long as you’re subscribing to Sundance Now, scroll down the list of available series and select …





McMafia

UK

Sundance Now

One season (with another on the way), 8 episodes


Money Heist is a bad name for sure but McMafia takes the cake for the worst-named show on TV. 


It’s about neither the Mafia nor McDonald’s. It’s about the family of a Russian-Jewish crime boss who has moved to London to spend his ill-gotten gains and live in luxury. Son Alex has just graduated from law school and is planning to live a crime-free life as an investment banker. Think Al Pacino as Michael Corleone, who wanted to stay on the straight and narrow and settle down with Diane Keaton so he wouldn’t turn out like his old man.


So much for that. Alex’s best-laid plans veer off course early on when his uncle, who has headed the family crime business, is murdered and Alex has to take over, while trying to play against each other the divergent interests of crooks scattered in intriguing locales around the globe who are trying to destroy him and his family.


The star of the show, James Norton, played the likable crime-solving vicar on Grantchester. It’s interesting to see him slowly but surely lose his likable qualities and harden into a ruthless thug while remaining outwardly calm. The settings — the series was shot in Moscow, Cairo, London, Istanbul, Israel and the south of France — are spectacular. 


Net net: McMafia, which borrows heavily from The Godfather (not a bad script to borrow from), is poorly named but highly watchable. Enjoy.






Giri/Haji 

Japan/UK

Netflix

8 episodes


I’m a peaceful kinda guy so I was less than enthusiastic when my wife suggested we watch yet another crime drama. But this series, which means “Duty/Shame” in English, hooked me from the get-go. It’s the tale of two brothers, one a Gallant, one a Goofus.  


Kenzo, a middle-aged Tokyo detective trapped in a stale marriage in an apartment he shares with his parents and punked-out teenage daughter, has, with one secret exception, always done what is expected of him. His much younger ne’er-do-well bro, Yuto, a minor member of a crime syndicate, has knocked up his boss’ daughter, fled to the UK, and murdered a rival gang member which is out for revenge.


The series is set in Japan and London, where Kenzo has been dispatched to track down Yuto, whom the family thinks is dead. There he falls in love with an Irish-Jewish detective who figures out what he’s up to. As he has been all his life, Kenzo is torn between doing what has been expected of a dutiful son, husband and father, and what he wants to do, which is to chuck it all and live out his life with his new lover. Will he? 


The scenes shot in the Japanese countryside, where Kenzo’s wife and mother flee with Yuto’s girlfriend and baby, will enable you to experience a part of the country most Americans will never see for themselves. And the finale? Whoa, you've never seen anything quite like this, I guarantee it. 



So, there you have it — roughly 87 hours of not-so-mindless entertainment which, if you watch three hours per night, should see you through until the Fourth of July when Biden says that, if all goes well, we should all be able to attend socially-distanced backyard cookouts. Swell.


In the meantime, email tom.dryden@gmail.com and I’ll write back with my address so you can send a gift card to show your appreciation. 


Uber Eats gift cards will be especially welcome.

Sunday, December 27, 2020

45 years of the Drydens

I always write my blog posts but today is no ordinary day, it's our 45th anniversary.  So I'm going to let these pictures tell our story. There are no words to express what I want to say anyway. Peace and love. -- TJD


December 27, 1975
Hannibal, Mo.

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December 25, 1982, a month away from parenthood.
New York


October, 1988
St. Maarten



Circa 1995, St. Maarten


25 years into this experiment, Dec. 27, 2000, St. Kitts


August 23, 2003,  on our front porch, Wilton, CT


May 2008, Philadelphia


35 years to the day, December 27, 2010,
on our deck, Wilton, with Topanga,
Bonnie and Billy Ray

2012, Naples, FL


40 years, Key Largo, 2015


September, 2019, Auvignon, France


We haven't taken any pictures in 2020 and even if we had, you wouldn't want to see them. Trust me on this. 




 

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

The 10 best moments of 2020




Some folks say 2020 has been the worst year ever but I’m not complaining. 

Sure, I’ve had better years, but 2020 wasn’t all that bad. Like most of you, I’ve stayed close to home, but that’s okay, we have Netflix. Our Scottish vacation had to be canceled but Loch Ness and the Isle of Skye will still be there long after COVID-19 has been eradicated.  And yes, the year started off badly in January when routine cataract surgery went awry, leaving me mostly blind in my right eye. But once elective surgeries were allowed to resume in May, I had a second operation that restored some of the vision.

Other than those blips, 2020 has been a great year. Here are 10 highlights:


1. March 26:  My two-year term on the Board of Directors of my Homeowners Association ended. No more calls from people complaining about the color their neighbors painted their front doors. No more meetings between right wing nuts and crazy left wingers to mediate whether Fox News and/or CNN should be allowed on the TVs in the fitness center. No more emails from foul old people bitching about anything and everything imaginable, from the type font on the web site to the brand of Pinot Grigio served at the annual Volunteer Appreciation event. I have my life back.


 2. May 25:  Though I ordered a single scoop of Dulce de Leche, the counter person at the Haagen Dazs Ice Cream store gave me two because she said the store was closing for good and the owner told her to get rid of it.


3. July 5:  The veterinarian was able to bring our dachshund's diarrhea -- that's what happens when you eat a gecko -- under control.

4. October 19:  I got a flu shot at our local Publix and received a $10 gift card. 


5. November 13:  NASA reported an asteroid the size of a London bus narrowly missed earth. 


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Thursday, December 3, 2020

The world's best chili is from ... Hatton, Mo.?



This morning it was 48 degrees here in southwest Florida. Today's high is projected to reach only into the mid-seventies. Where the hell did I hang that Polar Tec jacket I haven't worn since January? No way I'm walking the dogs without it. 


The few days of chilly weather we experience every year in this corner of Florida means it’s time to make my annual pot of chili. Having watched the forecast — I hadn’t seen the weatherman that hysterical since Hurricane Irma — I masked up and went to Publix to buy the ingredients yesterday. It’s simmering on the stove as I write and it’s requiring all the willpower I possess (which isn’t much) not to ladle up a bowl and eat it for breakfast.


As might be expected of someone who was born in Mexico, I grew up eating chili.


OK, the Mexico of my birth is in Missouri, 25 miles southwest of Santa Fe and 11 miles north of Auxvasse, where I was raised. My mother’s chili, which she mercifully served only rarely, was made with something I haven’t seen and have tried to forget for years — a brick of Rice’s ® Chili from my father’s general store. The brick was a congealed lump of suspicious-looking meat, chili powder, onions and beans, to which cooks were expected to add water and tomato sauce or ketchup. The end-result was revolting. (Sorry, mom. You know I loved everything else you made but your chili sucked.)

 

Luckily, there were places in my tiny town that served up a decent bowl of chili. The Chalet Cafe’s menu, which was limited primarily because the Chalet was smaller than our master bathroom, included a tasty albeit greasy chili. Multiple civic, social and church groups regularly held chili and pie suppers as fund-raisers. I looked forward to the school cafeteria’s chili, served weekly during the winter months, which was always a treat.


But the best chili of my youth wasn’t made in Auxvasse, it was made in Hatton, a tiny farming community a few miles west of town. Hatton consisted of a couple of houses and a Methodist Church where I attended youth fellowship meetings — not that I gave a rat's behind about religion even then but the food was always good. The only other building I recall was a community center where the folks of the Hatton area and their lucky guests gathered regularly for some mighty fine farmwife-cooked meals that often included chili, which was invariably accompanied by pimiento cheese sandwiches. The sandwiches were delicious — pimiento cheese made with Velveeta should be declared a national treasure — but Hatton Community Hall’s chili was out-and-out sublime. 


I’ve searched the world over for chili that good ever since but without success. I’ve had chili in Mexico, Australia, Russia, even Chile. I once ordered a bowl of chili in a Mexican restaurant in Windhoek, Namibia that was made with ostrich meat and it wasn’t half bad. But none have come close to Hatton Community Hall chili.


In recent years chili’s popularity has skyrocketed but it wasn’t all that long ago it was considered exotic by many Americans. I remember one snowy evening in 1978 I went with friends to Manhattan’s Lone Star Cafe, a Texas-themed restaurant/nightclub, and ordered a bowl. My companions, all native New Yorkers, looked at the bowl when it arrived as if contained baby parts. None had ever tasted chili but all admitted they had heard of it. All asked for a taste. Most admitted it was damn good. Several ordered their own bowls.


Today, chili is ubiquitous. You’ll find it everywhere from chain restaurants to bars to fine dining establishments to fast food restaurants. Wendy’s, for instance, sells millions of bowls every year and pours millions more over their taco salads. Here’s a link to a recipe that claims to replicate Wendy’s chili and it’s pretty good. The secret? Vinegar. https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/231082/just-like-wendys-chili/ 


Chili fans can find hundreds if not thousands of recipes online, including some that don’t include meat and/or beans and/or tomatoes. (What’s the point?)


Over the years I tried dozens of those recipes  but none came close to Hatton chili until, a few years ago when, my sister, who lives in central Missouri, purchased at a garage sale a cookbook entitled The Hatton Extn. Cookbook, Vol. 1 and Vol 2, 1992, for 50 cents and sent it to me.


OMG! It contained the recipe for Hatton Community Hall Chili, submitted by a girl I grew up with. She is no longer a girl — she’s a grandmother — but I haven’t seen her since high school so she’ll always be a girl to me. 


The recipe, which calls for 5.5 pounds of meat, makes enough to serve the seventh fleet, so I reduced it and adapted a few of the ingredients. For instance, it calls for “2 lbs. of dried beans”. From what little I know about beans, you have to soak them overnight, then pick through them to discard the rock-hard ones. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Like I said, I don’t know beans about beans. The hell with that, my version uses canned beans. Quicker, easier, just open and dump.


The secret of Hatton chili is something I haven’t seen in any other recipe: Tomato juice in lieu of fresh or canned tomatoes. I have to imagine that Hatton cooks use canned juice made from tomatoes raised in their gardens, but Campbell’s Tomato Juice is less trouble. (Just make sure you don’t buy the salt-free version.) Given the absence of tomatoes, the consistency is more akin to a hamburger soup with beans than to any chunky chili with which you may be familiar. So be it. It’s delicious. Not to mention quick and easy. And it freezes well. The recipe below serves 10. Enjoy.



TOM’S ADAPTATION OF
HATTON HALL CHILI


1 1/2 lbs. hamburger

1 1/2 lbs. ground turkey

1 large yellow onion, diced

1 large can (65 oz.) tomato juice 

1 1/2 tsp. chili powder

1 tsp. salt

2 tsp. pepper

2 tsp. sugar (really!)

2 15.5 oz. cans kidney beans


Fry the meat with the onion until the meat is brown and the onion is tender. Drain the grease. Add the tomato juice, seasonings and sugar. Bring to a boil. Turn down heat and let simmer for 30 minutes or so. Five minutes before serving add the drained beans. Send Tom an email thanking him for this most excellent recipe.


Note: It isn’t necessary to use ground turkey if you can’t stand the thought of turkey in your chili. You can make an all-beef version of the recipe but if you are trying to limit your intake of red meat, be advised that turkey, when fried together with the hamburger, takes on the characteristics and taste of the beef. That’s the way I make it and can’t imagine it could taste any better.

Monday, October 26, 2020

California governor Gavin Newsom answers your questions about Thanksgiving safety guidelines




Dear Gov. Newsom:


I plan to comply with the safety guidelines you issued for Thanksgiving celebrations — the event should be held outside and last two hours or less, no more than three families can attend, no singing, six feet of distance between guests, and bathrooms must be sanitized between each use — but have a dilemma. My four children are married and all have children. Are they considered four families or are we one family?


JR in San Jose



Dear JR:  If they live with you, you are one family. If not, they comprise four separate families and don’t forget that you and those who reside under your roof are also considered a family unit by the State of California, so we’re actually talking about five families here. Tell the two children you are least thankful for that, under normal circumstances, they and their families are welcome but not this year. 



Dear Gov. Newsom:


I am confined to a wheelchair and unable to sanitize my bathroom between uses. If I rent a port-a-potty for my outdoor celebration, must it also be sanitized after each visit or does your edict apply only to indoor bathrooms?


Barbara in Santa Barbara:



Dear Barbara:


Thank you for pointing out this critically important omission my health experts somehow missed. I have extended the guidelines to require sanitizing port-a-potties and outhouses after each use.




Dear Gov. Newsom:


I’m planning a quiet Thanksgiving — only myself and my 99-year-old mother. We live in a cabin high in the Sierras where the average temperature in late November is near zero. Must we a) celebrate outside and b) sit six feet apart?


Mountain Man 


Dear MM:


Yes. Rules are rules.




Dear Gov. Newsom:


Months ago I invited 18 guests for Thanksgiving but the balcony of my condo is only 80 square feet so it will be impossible to seat them six feet apart. What can you suggest?


Beverly in Beverly Hills



Dear Beverly: Move your celebration to one of California’s beautiful open spaces, like Death Valley, where there is plenty of room. Be sure to provide each guest with a cloth mask and a bottle of hand sanitizer.




Dear Gov. Newsom:


If a wildfire is raging near my home on Thanksgiving, must we still hold our celebration outside?


Nadine in Napa



Dear Nadine: Yes, but look on the bright side. You won’t have to turn on the oven to roast the turkey.




Dear Gov. Newsom:


My family traditionally sings “We Gather Together” before we sit down to dinner. Is it permissible to hum it if everyone is wearing a mask?


The Osmonds



Dear Osmonds: No. Humming would violate the spirit of my guidelines which are intended to protect all Californians. Planes equipped with listening devices will be circling our state's major cities and if we detect humming, you will be subject to arrest and/or fines. 



Dear Gov. Newsom:


I no longer want to live in a state in which my every move is controlled by despots like you. I am planning on jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge at noon on Thanksgiving Day. Any final advice for me?


GG in SF


Dear GG: Make sure you stand at least six feet away from any other Californian who is doing the same thing. 

Thursday, October 15, 2020

Four intelligent TV series to stream on Netflix

My wife and I have spent almost every night for the past seven months of COVID-induced isolation watching streaming video. We’ve binge-watched TV series on Netflix, Amazon Prime, Showtime, Acorn, Apple TV, HBO, PBS and Starz, even though we don’t like the same types of shows. 

She loves murder dramas. I hate them. If I want to watch victims being chopped up into little pieces by insane people, I could tune into the nightly talk shows on CNN or Fox News. 

I love WWII series. She detests them. 

We could, I suppose, watch the shows we each prefer in separate rooms, but we like to watch together with our dachshund and Jack Russell terrier curled between us. So we compromise about the types of TV series we watch. 

We are picky. We research shows that sound promising on the internet and are constantly asking friends whose judgment we trust for recommendations. Having been disappointed often, we tend to avoid much of the drek that comes out of Hollywood. For instance, we watched the first two episodes of the much-balleyhooed “Morning Show” on Apple TV before pulling the plug. Starring Jenifer Aniston, Reese Witherspoon and Steve Carell, the 10-episode series purportedly cost $300 million to produce. Our dachshund could have written a script with fewer holes in it. We turned off “Ozark” on Netflix after a few episodes for the same reason. Though some of our friends say otherwise, we found it unbelievable and unwatchable.

And so, as a result, we watch lots of foreign series. Over the last few months, we’ve been fortunate enough to find not just one but four extraordinary foreign series on Netflix, all of them written for viewers with triple-digit IQs who eschew the sci-fi, teenage and/or vampire series that dominate streaming media. 

If the experts are correct, the second wave of the Coronavirus is going to be hitting soon and we’ll all be stuck at home again. So here is something to help you pass the upcoming lockdown — four outstanding series vetted by yours truly, his wife and, of course, our dogs, who can now bark in four new languages. 



Borgen 
Denmark 
Drama 
3 seasons, 30 episodes

Birgitte Nyborg, the leader of a minor political party, unexpectedly becomes Prime Minister. She knows little about governance or behind the scenes political machinations, but episode by episode, becomes accomplished, confident and, at times, ruthless. As her career flourishes, her family falls apart — her husband leaves, her teenager has a breakdown. How she balances all these demands is the core premise of the show and it doesn’t necessarily end the way you think it will. Borgen’s secondary characters are also well developed. Kasper is the party’s spin doctor, who always knows what to do except when it comes to his own life. Catrina is a workaholic TV anchor, who, like Birgitte, wants it all — love, kids and a high-powered career — but keeps making questionable choices. Many cast members portray journalists and you’ll learn how the Danish media covers politics. For instance, when an issue arises, politicians representing all sides of it gather on a TV soundstage and debate. That’s an idea American politicians and networks should adopt. Borgen, by the way, means “the Castle,” a nickname for Christiansborg Palace, the house of Denmark's three powers: Parliament, the Prime Minister's Office and the Supreme Court. 





Fauda 
Israel 
Drama 
3 seasons, 36 episodes 

Fauda is Arabic for “chaos" which ensues in every episode of this taut thriller. A below-the-radar team of the Israeli Defense Force is assigned to infiltrate the West Bank. Their job: To identify and stop terrorists before they can strike. Like the ongoing Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Fauda is violent — characters are blown to bits by bombs, stabbed, tortured, mowed down by Uzis and beheaded. There’s fanaticism on both sides of the fence and this series helps American viewers understand why. Filmed in Israel and its occupied territories, Fauda is, at once, fascinating, disturbing, thrilling and enlightening. If you liked “Homeland” on Showtime, you will love Fauda. It’s twice as intelligent, better written and the acting is superb. Lior Raz, who plays Doron, the protagonist, is a master actor. You feel his pain, rage, sorrow and loss. Another standout is Shadi Mar’i who plays Walid, a batshit crazy terrorist whose star is ascending until … well, you’ll have to see for yourself what happens. 




Call My Agent 
France 
Comedy 
3 seasons, 18 episodes 

Four self-absorbed, ultra-competitive Paris talent agents learn that the owner of their agency, who kept them all in line, has dropped dead, leaving the firm and their futures in “fauda” (See? You’re already learning something new.) Each episode features a bona fide French celebrity who plays himself or herself as one of the agency's clients. The agents work to extract themselves and their entitled clients from difficult and often compromising positions while trying to balance relationships with spouses, co-workers who are current lovers, co-workers who were former lovers, potential clients, the French version of the IRS,  and a wealthy new boss who bought the agency on a lark, knows nothing about the business, and wears a man bun. The dialogue is witty and smart, and the characters are likable — even the ones you shouldn’t like, like Mathias who refuses to acknowledge the daughter he fathered during a one-night stand and is now diddling his spinster secretary while his wife tries to extract money from her wealthy father to buy him controlling interest in the agency. As someone who spent his career in creative (advertising) agency environments, I loved this show. Bet you will too. 



Bonus Family 
Sweden 
Dramedy 
3 seasons, 30 episodes 

Mattress salesman Martin is bitter because his ditzy artist wife, Lisa, has left him and moved in with schoolteacher Patrik, who several years ago divorced his humorless architect wife, Katja. Between them, the four principal characters have three children including two boys the same age, one a Goofus, one a Gallant, and a rebellious teenage daughter. Martin has moved in with his widowed mother who, it turns out, has had a lesbian lover for the last 20 years. Lisa forgets to take her birth control pill and becomes pregnant while still married to Martin; she keeps forgetting to sign the divorce papers. Katja appears to be a cold fish but is having torrid nooners with her married boss. In short, everyone in this bonus family — the term Swedes call it when two families become one --  has issues. The characters navigate parenting, finances, housing, pregnancy, jobs, eldercare, medical care, marriages, divorces, new loves and former spouses, as American viewers get insight into Sweden and its unique brand of socialism. For instance, when Lisa and Patrik’s baby arrives, he has the luxury of leaving his job to stay home for 18 months because he’s being paid by the state to take paternity leave. You’ll care about these characters and, when the series ends, you’ll miss them because, like your family, they’re dysfunctional but good people muddling through, trying to do the best they can. 

Note: Netflix gives the viewers of many of its foreign series the option of listening to voices dubbed in English over the original actors’ voices. Don’t choose that option. Choose the audio in the language in which the original was shot, then select “English subtitles.” You’ll be surprised at how many words in, say, Danish are the same as they are in English. And you won’t be distracted by characters whose lips aren’t in synch with what they are saying. 

Funny, but my wife sometimes asks me to turn up the volume. I tell her she doesn’t speak the language anyway so what's the point? But she’s right. It’s great to hear the actors’ authentic voices, even if you can’t understand 99 percent of what they are saying.