‘The Messengers’ on Neflix

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So let me ask you a question. Is it really unreasonable and overly nerdist to expect some basic physics be adhered to in my entertainment? Give me just a minute or two here; and I’ll make my case.

I ran nuclear reactors in the Navy, so I get the idea of what they look like, where you can go, and where you can’t. Not that that’s really necessary. When I watched the James Bond flick with Pierce Brosnan, ‘The World Is Not Enough’, I honestly tell you – I shielded my eyes during the reactor scene because it was so stupid. Not kidding – I had to look away. That sort of thing happens to me; and my wife has no patience for it. She says shut up and just enjoy the story.

Anyway, she and I periodically binge watch shows on Netflix together. We’re just about done with a single season deal called, ‘The Messengers’, which was rated 4.5 stars there. I gave a pass on the nonsense about illusory non-functional wings no one can see, this idea that God picks people each generation to run around in circles with intentionally ambiguous information trying to stop the rapture, and the random nature of these sins that mysteriously trigger transformations of regular everyday people into horsemen of the apocalypse. I’m cool, really. Somehow, even in this swamp of suspending disbelief, it was a scene about a mysterious new element that finally disconnected me. When somebody says they’ve got in their hand a material containing, ‘every element known to man, and a new one we’ve never seen before’, maybe that doesn’t bother you. Maybe a picture of the periodic table doesn’t pop up in your head with all those radioactive ones smiling there. I shielded my eyes, man.

So where do you stand on this? Go ahead and watch, ‘The Messengers’ because the people can act and there is a reasonable story, though you’re out of luck for a second season. I doubt you’re like me with the physics thing, so you’ll probably have a fine time.