In which we get our money's worth from our streaming channels

Movies: “Blue Moon” isn’t really a movie; it’s a two-act play masquerading as a movie. In Act One, Lorenz Hart opines about the world, primarily in monologue. In Act Two, Lorenz Hart tries to regain his impossibly lost life, primarily in monologue. In the play as a whole, Lorenz Hart never stops talking except when his young crush earns her salary with what is primarily her monologue. On the stage, this would probably knock you out. On the screen, it mostly makes you wish it were on the stage. Ethan Hawke and Margaret Qualley are both great, and it’s fun to see a snooty young Stephen Sondheim trailing after a Ben Grimm-like Oscar Hammerstein, and so forth and so on, but none of that redeems its being in the wrong medium. Anyone looking for a DI, however, will have come to the right place. 

“The Materialists” made it into my queue because it had played at our local arthouse, and my assumption is always that if it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for me. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I found it enjoyable, and a little surprising. Sometimes that’s exactly what one is looking for in an evening’s entertainment. For the record, I watched this during the State of the Union speech, but I do not applaud it because of what I could have been watching otherwise. I mean, “Plan 9 from Outer Space” or “Santa Claus Conquers the Martians” would be better than any of Trump’s bull excrement, and should not be rated solely by that comparison.  

TV: “Bookish,” a series on PBS, is a second-tier British mystery but it’s certainly watchable. At least it’s not the curmudgeonly, whiskey-soaked veteran (and possibly retired) detective versus the young whippersnapper. It’s hard for mysteries to stand out these days, but his one, at least, is a bit different. You’ll recognize the lead actors, but you might have to consult IMDB to find out why. 

“Stranger Things”—I’ve now finished the whole series. I don’t want to say that I never really knew what was going on—let’s call that the plot's’ strategy—but I more than occasionally had no idea why anyone was doing whatever it was they were doing—let’s call that the plot's’ tactics. What’s appealing about the whole enterprise, and why I stuck with it over the years, was the characters. This is, in fact, often the reason one watches a show (or, for that matter, reads a book), because of the people, not because of the plot. It’s the people, and the way they affect us, that matters. Think of all the mysteries—series, TV shows, movies, or books—that you follow because you enjoy the detectives, not because you care whodunnit. Series TV, in general, succeeds when we just want to see those characters again, week after week. And so it was with “Stranger Things.” By the end, one got a little choked up as each character’s fate was resolved and their future set. In other words, the series did its job, despite whatever the hell was going on between Henry and that whatever-it-was, or whatever Sarah Connor was trying to do by capturing Eleven. Let it wash over you, and enjoy it as it comes.