Skip "Griselda," Watch "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" Instead

Netflix dropped "Griselda" three weeks ago with the promotional budget of a Marvel movie. Sofia Vergara plays Colombian drug lord Griselda Blanco in a six-episode limited series that mistakes cigarette smoke for atmosphere and confuses runtime with storytelling. The first episode clocks in at 63 minutes. You could watch it, or you could listen to the entire "Thriller" album twice and have a better time.

Vergara commits to the role. She disappears under prosthetics and a flattened affect that occasionally works. But the show around her collapses under the weight of every drug drama cliché you've seen since "Scarface." We get the rise. We get the excess. We get the paranoia-fueled fall. Director Andrés Baiz shoots Miami like a music video from 1987, all neon and palm trees, but forgets to build tension or develop anyone beyond Griselda herself. By episode four, I wanted someone, anyone, to surprise me.

Skip it. Put those six hours toward "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" on Prime Video instead.

Donald Glover and Maya Erskine reinvent the Brangelina movie as an eight-episode meditation on marriage, loneliness, and whether two people can know each other while keeping secrets for a living. They play married spy assassins, but the show cares more about their arguments over interior design than the espionage plots. Episode three traps them in a Italian villa for a therapy session that turns dangerous. Episode five follows them through a mountain mission that doubles as a argument about vulnerability.

Glover writes dialogue that sounds like actual humans talking. Erskine matches him beat for beat, playing someone who uses competence as armor. Their chemistry grows slower and stranger than typical TV romance. By the finale, you understand why they stay together and why they shouldn't, which beats the false choice most shows offer.

Elsewhere in music, Beyoncé announced "Cowboy Carter" drops March 29. Two singles landed during the Super Bowl: "Texas Hold 'Em" and "16 Carriages." The first one works. She leans into country-pop with banjos and confidence, creating something radio will play and critics will overthink. "16 Carriages" tries too hard for gravitas. Give me the fun one on repeat.

Read Percival Everett's "James" if you want the best new novel in months. He retells "Huckleberry Finn" from Jim's perspective, but this Jim code-switches between the dialect white characters expect and his actual thoughts. It's brilliant, furious, and surgically precise about American mythology.