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The One starring Ginny and Georgia in The Circle with Deadly Illusions
After watching (AKA, mostly hitting the 15-second skip ahead button) “The One” on Netflix, I couldn’t help but feel like that show was a microcosm for Netflix itself. The main premise of people sending off their DNA to learn who their true match is seems like it would make for a great TV show as it hits many truths in current day: people just want to know their DNA to find out about their history; endlessly swipe on stupid apps hoping to find “the one” whilst knowing they’ll have no luck unless they’re on the successful end of the distribution of singles; people just want quick and easy solutions to timely investments; and people will always think some fortune cookie of some sort will more easily tell them who they are and what their destiny is, whether it be their Astrological Sign, Myers Briggs Personality Type, or what the local psychic said after reading their sweaty palms.
Instead, in absolute Netflix fashion, the show is some Dr. Frankenstein’s Monster of True Crime Drama, “I Care A Lot” high-powered femme fatale boss, the Love is Blind dating show but instead of marrying someone you’ve only ever known behind a screen, you decide you’ll marry them after seeing your results and smelling their armpits or something, and probably a dash of the Witcher somewhere. You can imagine 900 producers saying, “oh, throw this idea…
