One of the shows I've been riveted by lately has been "Homeland". The name instinctively brings up some "Picket Fences" type, feel-good wholesome fuzziness (Hey - I watched some of those shows, too), but that is an erroneous association. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.Perhaps the producers want to implant a sense of safety by naming the show "Homeland", and then tearing that fuzzy blanket off once you've experienced the show. This show isn't feel good. It's feel weird. Very weird. Feel paranoid. Feel disassociated. Feel unsure. And man, I love it.
Normally I don't like to be rocked so far off-balance, but this show (and in a different manner, American Horror Story), makes me question each next scene. I feel Claire Danes' character Carrie's paranoia, mania, desperation. I suspect Sergeant Brody's gamely-placed smile and blank, blue eyes. I feel for Morena Baccarin's character Jessica, who had rebuilt her life into something maybe not ideal, but livable. Now it seems as though she's married to a ghost - a part-time person. Only part of the man she married is there. The other part is in the garage, living a life that started thousands of miles away, in captivity. .
Showtime page
TVLine interview with Morena Baccarin
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