"Manifest"-ly terrible

I started watching this show "Manifest" on Netflix a few weeks ago. The premise interested me, that a plane leaving Jamaica disappears, only to land 5 1/2 years later. Everyone back home assumed the plane crashed and everyone was dead. Everyone on the plane thought they were landing on schedule.

Mayhem ensues.

But, execution is everything and this fun idea is humongously wasted on lazy scripts and a marginally talented cast, especially the two white leads whose facial expressions run the gamut of Look at me I'm hot, to, Look at me I'm scrunching my eyebrows and I'm hot. 

The sets are as bland as the farcical writing and bad acting, and I was sure the whole thing was shot in Ottawa instead of New York City but surprisingly it is shot in NYC. Only a show this lame could make one of the most vibrant cities in the world look like one of the least interesting places in Canada.

It was entertaining for a time to see just how lazy the writing was, with so-called detectives casually looking up people of interest on police databases, running ATF ops complete with SWAT teams with no notice, to transporting from Queens to Brooklyn in mere minutes. But it's gone from funny to plain old stupid so I'm done, a little over one season in.

the border

It's been 17 months since I've seen my family in Canada, except for a brief, ditch-hurdling interlude at Peace Arch Park a couple of weeks ago.

17 months.

We've missed birthdays, anniversaries, 2 Fourth of Julys, Christmas, Thanksgiving, a high school grad, a ballet finale and that's just the official stuff. 

Finally, last week, it looked like the restrictions were easing. Canada's percentage of vaxxed adults surpassed the US and they announced fully vaccinated Americans could come north in August. And then a day later, the US said Nope.

So, now what? 

I wept when I saw the news. I'd finally allowed myself to feel some hope, of seeing my family, of catching up on get togethers, the hanging out, the silliness, the snacks.

Nope.

It's truly disheartening and exhausting.

I guess we are back to ditch-jumping. 

ha ha facebook

So I've somehow convinced Facebook that April 1st is my birthday. I've pretty much ditched Fb other than messaging with family, but I did see this the other day. Ha ha.