The Nothing Diaries
Netflix creators sometimes manufacture a lot of bloat for the sake of having something to binge, so usually I end up watching half of a docuseries or whatever, feeling like the makers of content could have done the job in an hour or so, not ten. But with The Andy Warhol Diaries , a new 6-episode arc concerning the life and loves of the ultimate genius/weirdo, the opposite happens: twelve or so hours of content feels like a dream you want to enter, and at the end I wanted even more. There's a feeling in every episode of beautiful sadness, carried through to a penultimate sense of strangeness by recreating Andy's voice through an artificial-intelligence program, conjuring the voice and spirit of Andy so that throughout the whole thing his persona and identity swirl into a sort of deadpan, distant Godliness. It's breathtaking. Andrew Rossi is credited as writer/director, and you truly feel an auteur at work. The series is sort of a grand 60s...