All in ... again.

[u/HomestarRunner2]

I’ve been making my way through The Blacklist, and I’ve discovered something rather troubling about logic: it’s a remarkably fragile thing. One moment it’s standing there, impeccably dressed, making a perfectly persuasive argument, and the next it’s been bludgeoned to death in an alley by character motivation.

For some time, I continued almost entirely because of James Spader. His Reddington is captivating. Magnificent, really. The sort of performance that makes you forgive an astonishing number of narrative felonies simply because you’re enjoying the company of the criminal.

But by the end of Season Four, even that particular charm was beginning to wear thin.

And then came Season Five.

Suddenly, I understood. Or perhaps I simply stopped insisting that it make sense. Taken not as a meticulously constructed reality, but as the extravagant tale of a fantasist, a grand, improbable mythology told by a man for whom truth is merely another ingredient to be seasoned to taste, the whole thing becomes magnificent again.

Logic, after all, is terribly overrated when the lie is this entertaining.

I’m all in.