my #streamteam may

There is a feeling in the wind. There is a message it carries in my open living room door. It says, "Summer is nigh."

Every year I hear that whisper and have to decide if I have the fortitude to ignore the sun slicing through the blinds, passive aggressively daring me to come outside and join the rest of the world dappled in Vitamin C.

Because we all know where I'd rather be.

Huddled under a leopard print slanket in an air-conditioned underground cave with no kid, no husband, no responsibilities and lots of snacks and Netflix.

May in Vancouver has been shockingly beautiful. If the world really is overheating and due to crumble, at least I'm on the best Coast. In spite of the long days where a t-shirt is sometimes too much material, I still found a way to power through a fine variety of shows on Netflix. Let's recap!

Chef's Table

How I know I'm old: cooking and food documentaries affect me deeply. This series, from the people behind Jiro Dreams of Sushi, is pretty damn spectacular. Each of the six episodes follows a renowned chef from around the world, diving into why they are at the top of their game, their metamorphosis, their inspirations and their edible creations. Personally I felt the most affection toward the Chefs in Episodes 1 & 3. The lanky, bouncy and playful Massimo Bottura from Italy, and the mysterious lone wolf Francis Mallman from Buenos Aires, who lives part time on an island in the middle of nowhere and cooks fresh split fish and smashed potatoes off the side of his boat. I am not lying and I was not drunk - when Mallman's episode concluded I sat there with tears slipping off my chin and the drowning feeling that my life is so goddamn ordinary. I will never barbecue great chunks of meat in the snow and share rare bloody bites with rugged friends in the snow. DISTRAUGHT. But you should totally watch this series and tell me if you cried too and if you were also skeeved out in Episode 6 by Magnus Nilsson's lack of a hairnet.

The Returned (Les Revenants)

This carefully plotted and wholly creepy French series about people coming back from the dead is really good. Ok, the first episode is really good. I will return to it but probably in a bleaker time of year. Some shows feel weird to watch when you're drinking a drink with ice in it.

Halt and Catch Fire

This show, about the dawn of personal computing in the 80s, is so smart that I did that thing where I faded a bit, lost my resolve, and started looking at my phone during a scene, and then was tandem watching and obsessing over some Instagram pictures of a place I'll never go and things I'll never have and then realized a few hours had passed and I was being a total dick to this show. You should treat it kinder. Lee Pace is SO good. (He was SO good in Pushing Daisies and just as good here, but in a totally different and cool way.) The lead female, played by the wonderful Canadian actor Mackenzie Davis, is a messy genius with a hacked off bleached blonde haircut, and I hope Stella grows up to be just like her - punk rock, super smart and fearless.

The last show that I gave my heart to in May was Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

Man, this show does not have a weak spot. I sincerely laugh every few minutes, and I'm a cynical snarky jerk. The tone is perfect. The characters are flawed but smart and gross and above all else, hilarious. There is a very good reason this show won a bunch of awards right out the gate. And there's TWO seasons to sit down and inhale right now on Netflix.

You hear that, sunshine. I know you're there. I just need a little more time.

image via Netflix

image via Netflix

What are you watching and loving on Netflix Canada? Eventually I'll finish my list, so keep the recommendations coming, yo!

As a member of Netflix Canada's #streamteam I will be giving you the straight goods on what I'm watching each month in exchange for a yearly membership. It's a match made in heaven, really.