Friday, September 16, 2016

9/16/16 Narco (Netflix season 2)

    Wow, was this a beautiful set show.  Everything was aimed at showing the gritty, dirty, even scary people, running the drug game under Pablo Escobar, yet the country backdrop still had an attractive quality to it.  The second season was mostly stretched, and by knowing history, we knew what was going to happen, but it still kept me on the edge of my seat, crying, and in disbelief.
    In a short time, associating with the "monsters", we see Limon, a young "nobody" taxi driver go from innocence and doing the best to help a childhood crush, to personally putting a bullet in her when his boss was desperate and they needed all the money they could round up.  I was really surprised how his character grew to match the evil doings of his allies.  First, he uses the trust of Maritza to convince the DEA agent to fall to Escobar's trap, then he himself looks for her and kills her for calling him the piece of shit he had turned into.
    Pablo's character was that of a spoiled child, when he was told no by the grown-ups, he threw a bigger tantrum, and blew things up.  He almost sounded mentally unstable when talking to his father and thinking of considering a small quiet ranch with "vaquitas", living an unimportant life, happily with his wife and kids.  His father knew full well what monster he had become killing always to make himself stronger, how did he expect to realistically turn it all around and just live a quiet life, where everyone would forget him?  His father was one of the few men never scared of him and he called it like he saw it.  In his father's eyes, Pablo was not a man, just a bully.
    I really liked his last scene of freedom and ironically how he called it his city, yet, after a year of silence, the people had gotten over him and were able to enjoy the simple things in life like playing in a park, and teaching your kid how to ride a bike.  These things had become impossible in the world he had created where people lived in fear of getting shot and killed by his assassins.  He sat and for a minute enjoyed a city which would never have been possible if he was still in control.
    I liked the ending monologue from the DEA agent talking about how all this time you fear coming face to face with the devil, and in reality, the devil is just a fat man who hasn't shaved, running like a fat hog barefoot trying to survive one more minute. 
    It was kind of weird through the whole story, he was a scary person to the outside world, yet he seemed so in love with his wife and children.  I wonder if he could have been happy as a simple farmer or other non-drug related career with his wife and kids, or did he need to become this larger than life character who in the end even he could not control.  Even in hiding, he thought he might still resurrect a hero a la Nelson Mandela and maybe, just maybe, still rule Colombia.

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