Just over Netflix

To just barge in right away (because you understand that I already fell with the door into the house): Paddington is leaving Netflix at the end of this month. Both 1 and 2. And you should know that Paddington is kind of our vitamin D, the best medicine against a dreary day and a like-minded mood. And especially the Dutch version because Beau is much more fun than the English Paddington and Daan Schuurmans is meaner than Hugh Grant. But they are going to disappear. It can't be due to our viewing behavior. Anyway.

But there is also good news because what did I suddenly find in the viewing suggestions on my beloved's account? A documentary about Peter Lindbergh, the photographer who dared to photograph six supermodels (Naomi Campbell, Tatjana Patitz, Cindy Crawford, Christy Turlington, and Linda Evangelista) in only white shirts on the beach. It was the moment when models became muses. Not only did models now have a name, they were so grand that only their first name sufficed. And that, all of that was thanks to this Peter Lindbergh.

He had a handwriting. Especially recognizable by black and white photography, but what distinguishes Peter Lindbergh is that he seems to drill a few layers deeper. Maybe because he fell in love with his models. By the way, that was from nine to five. After the workday, he was just in love with his wife with whom he, oh jealousy, commuted between Paris, New York, and Los Angeles. It is a delightful documentary about a man who was the opposite of a fake baby, with a mother who wanted him to become a tiler and a father who thought ‘that the boy will become what makes him happy’ and for those words we are still deeply grateful to his father. Deeply grateful. And Netflix for this docu. Peter Lindbergh: The Eye, you want to see it tonight. Believe me.

What is also wonderful to watch is Soof 3. I’m pushing it under your nose because I had seen Soof 1 myself and although I found the film nice, I somehow didn't feel much for a sequel. But wow, what a wonderfully written, directed, acted (this is incorrect Dutch but okay), funny, sad, and cheerful film it is. Ideal if you have an evening like I did, needing to flush your tear ducts thoroughly.

So I would say: grab a couch, a blanket, and a pot of tea and hit play.

And Wieke naturally looked up what is new on Netflix this month. Boredom is not an option.