I’m late to Griselda, a big series about a lady drug lord — “a godmother” — who ran Miami in the 1970s. I wasn’t initially interested: Netflix is such a true crime swamp nowadays. It’s the only television to give you a physical hangover. But it’s a viral hit and I’m nothing if not professional, so I caved in.
To say this was a rollicking, big-titted roller coaster is to understate the sheer number of brazen clichés they merrily, wonderfully, shamelessly flung our way, in place of anything approaching a moral lesson, believable character arc or plot. Every South American actor for miles, including Sofía Vergara, had simply been rounded up, covered in oil and poured, naked, into the costumes they used for Boogie Nights, and was made to rasp lines such as “Once a whore, always a whore” and “We’re gonna run this town now”.
