Jeff Lipschutz

By the final episode, the grand, multi-faceted U.S.-Israel alliance looked like a tiny little bug under a microscope: a hopeless, flailing (I don't know, pick a bug) potato bug. And this may have been problematic enough in the mind of Netflix for the behemoth app not to have tried too hard to promote the series. And when you throw in the key to the mystery notebook being the sale of state secrets by the incumbent U.S. President, whose son was referred to as "Junior," well, it's hard to go forward or back or anywhere from that point. It's just too raw, which is what sticks with me the most about the series, and why I respected it and liked it quite a bit.

Saw it in 68 at the Cinerama Dome while tripping and watched it the other night almost 52 years later. Remembered when a film could scale up to the most daunting challenge ... & not infrequently still does. I got the thematic thread more easily this time, in fact it felt stunningly literal. But the abstract power also registered undiminished.

A brutal surprisingly even-handed examination of male-female tensions and professional dynamics. Women seen as monomanial as men, but the men are still pictured as the crueler powermongers. Personally, I would have found it unnerving had the show's creators hedged on that.