First off, shout out to Sweeney and Keith for the Showtime assists that allowed me to see this season through. Man. I used to love this show. Used to think it was quietly brilliant, very well made, an exploration of marriage, of memory, of how easy it is to lie not just to those around you but to yourself. Before "alternative facts" became a horrifying laugh line, here they were, in The Affair, two sides of the same story with the truth likely lying somewhere in between them, but irrelevant anyway. After all, what's the truth worth when no one cares to know it? A tree falling in the woods, and so on.
Anyway. Maybe this show used to be brilliant. Maybe I always overrated it. But holy shit, this third season flew right off the rails and into a dumpster. Brilliant? Not in the least. Just messy, convoluted, meaningless, pointless. The show's no longer about an affair, a tryst, a bout of infidelity - instead in its third season it's apparently about Noah going insane. There's probably a way to do that and pull it off, but if so, it was beyond the scope of The Affair. Oof. I can't stress enough how quickly but fully this whole thing fell from grace for me. I miss when this was a he-said she-said romantic drama. I do not need for this to be Noah's paranoia, guilt, and insecurities getting the better of him while he panics in jail cells and hospital rooms. As some would say - "woof."
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