The first few episodes are clunky, as Devi, in denial-steeled striver mode, directs or antagonizes characters seemingly identified by one joke: her cousin Kamala (Richa Moorjani), the beautiful “good Indian” doctorate student at CalTech, wide-eyed with America and preparing for arranged marriage insult-throwing academic rival and rich kid Ben (Jaren Lewison). Only the sight of her crush, swim-team boy and said stone-cold hottie Paxton Hall-Yoshida (Darren Barnet) – a layered mystery or stock jock character, depending on the scene – and the promise of a “rebrand” in sophomore year, zaps Devi back on her feet. The shock paralyzed her for three months (teenagers: not forgiving of the concept “psychosomatic”), forcing her to use a wheelchair. (McEnroe, for no reason seemingly beyond the fact they could get him, narrates the series.) “As you know,” she half-prays, “last year sucked for a number of reasons.” As abruptly revealed in what seems like a first-episode bit but is not, her beloved father – a sunny, unbridled presence in sepia flashbacks and dream sequences, and Devi’s only true best friend – died of a heart attack at her orchestra concert the year prior. She’s also a master deflector, reeling, with a John McEnroe-style short fuse, from a massive loss. You’ll be like Zayn and Gigi,” she tells her friend as a boyfriend sales pitch). That was as far as I got in my whittling before I got too irritated by Netflix trying to spoil me on The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina by auto-playing season 3 when I’m still working on season 1.Devi is, needless to say, a virgin, and also an intelligent firebrand with a seemingly effortless command of power-points, witty barbs and topical-enough pop culture references (“Yeah, but he has a hot face.

Pass.įather Brown – limited interest in British murder mysteries, Pass. Next in Fashion – no interest in subject matter. Hip Hop Evolution – no interest in subject matter. Sex Education – failed attempt to be edgy. I also just checked out their alleged top picks for me. There was no number for me for Soundtrack, which I guess means I’m so far away from being a match for this show that Netflix can’t even calculate the odds.

Netflix should be able to tell you if you’re in the target demo, by giving you a % match for anything new.

What the heck? I’m too old to be the target demo for this show but even I’ve stopped listening to “radio,” do people even still do that? Got up to the part where the boyfriend is on the radio. Out of curiosity, I just watched as much of Soundtrack as seemed interesting. They have more ability to make stuff for niche audiences and then make it pay by reselling it to that niche, from here to Zanzibar. Netflix’s target demographic is the whole damn world.

Never have i ever netflix soundtrack