This show reminds me of Breakfast at Tiffany’s: crowded party, New York apartment, quirky characters, fire escapes, lost cat, and protagonist going through an existential crisis.

Natasha Lyonne reminds me of Giulietta Masina: petite, squashy endearing face, awkward body movements that somehow create the character, lost but plucky never-say- die types. Except of course that Lyonne’s character keeps dying and that’s the problem.

Lyonne and Masina remind me of Charlie Chaplin: everyman underdog, gets kicked around but fights back, funny but heartbreakingly sad at the same time.

I think the message is: We are all doomed to repeat our mistakes until we learn from them. Every time Nadia dies she learns a little bit more of the puzzle, and she gets a bit further along in the story. The catch is that she has to keep going out into that scary world that is inevitably going to kill her because if she doesn’t, nothing happens. Kind of like life. Every day we get up and we go out there no matter how scary or hopeless it is because if we don’t, nothing happens. And every day we learn a new piece of the puzzle.

Where am I going with this? I’m not sure, but I’m in the grip of yet another Netflix addiction so I may as well write about it. Damn you Netflix. I should be cleaning my kitchen.