About Addiction to Narcos
Post 753:
Another season of drug dealers dealing drugs, most of which I have to read because my Spanish is muy mal. When this popped up on the old Netflix 3000, I thought no. I can’t do this anymore. I’ve kicked the habit. It’s always the same thing. The narcos get too cocky or too rich and eventually stop watching their backs or kissing the right butts. The small contingent of Americans or Colombian or Mexican authorities trying to stop them are completely outmatched in resources, but on they go, plucky yet seemingly fixed two or three steps behind.
And yet.
Again I find myself at the end of the second episode. I’m hooked. Lord help me, the weakness.
Begs the question, what am I expecting to get out of this? It’s going to be the same deal. But it’s good. Real good. Consistently one of my favorite things to be made by humans with cameras over the last several years.
The attachment to reality is certainly big. If it wasn’t based on the exploits of actual bad guys, I wouldn’t be down. Of course, we can assume that they’re taking wild liberties with the “truth,” but it’s still a factor, always in the back of your mind.
I find myself rooting for some of the bad guys. Not all. Some. This is another selling point. They get you to understand the motivations of sociopaths. This is weird, because these sociopaths would not care about your motivations. Can’t blame them. They’re sociopaths.
It’s not like I want them to win. But their countries are so corrupt and poor, it’s almost understandable, and certainly inevitable that some peeps ain’t gonna be happy to roll destitute their whole lives.
I want the good guys to win, not because they’re fighting for the government. The good they do is largely in spite of the government. Hate to say it, but to do otherwise would be disingenuous. Easy, I ain’t talking about politics. Not really.
The whole thing is silly, is what I mean. The entire cartel thing, America being the main users and the main opponent at the same time. It’s insane. It’s magical realism, like a Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel, but entertaining.
Silly in a sad way. An engaging way. The amount of power and money revolving around the drug game is so crazy, the show can be pretty understated in its direction and portrayals and still come off as nutsville. There’s nothing like it on TV. I don’t like reading my shows. I have enough reading in my life. Obviously, Narcos must be addictive.
Just one more season, then I’ll quit. Come on, man. Just one more… Cheers and see you after.
