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Apparently I Like TV Now. Don’t Tell Anyone.

2026-03-03 Episodic ljredux

Néro

Year: 2025  ▪  Season 1
Network: Netflix
Aka: Néro the Assassin

Rated:  (4)
Seen Before: No

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I’m not a fan of TV shows. Decades of half-baked characters, formulaic writing, and predictable story arcs have worn me down. Many start strong but become repetitive and soap operatic as they run out of ideas. Historical dramas are the worst: As if a few invented details aren’t irritating enough, social media then explodes with alternative histories that make my brain melt. When I spotted the French series Néro the Assassin on Netflix, I braced myself for more of the same… but it’s actually a different beast entirely, and really rather good.

The series is a dark, medieval comedy set around the fictional French realms of Lamartine, Ségur and Havreval. Between these privileged domains, a violent cult called the Penitents terrorises the poor, demanding brutal sacrifices to end the devastating famine that has befallen them. Meanwhile at Lamartine, the corrupt vice consul lives in luxury… plotting his rise to the consulship and maintaining a band of killers to neutralise anything that gets in his way. One of his most loyal men is the handsome, cocky assassin called (you guessed it) Néro: a strangely likeable dickhead who is as good at killing his targets as he is pissing off everyone else.

Néro works because it never pretends to be real. Any expectation of historical accuracy is quickly tossed aside by a lore steeped in magic and witchcraft. The modern French dialogue and slightly anachronistic costume design seem to deliberately signal that this is not the 16th century you know, but a parallel one tuned for your entertainment. The violence is extreme even by medieval standards, yet is often framed in ways to make you laugh… then feel terrible about it. Even the tamer humour, like Néro’s naked journey through Limbo culminating in a dick joke, seems like a bad idea in theory but lands perfectly in execution.

So anyway, this isn’t really a review. It’s more of a reluctant admission. I still distrust television on principle. I still expect half-baked characters and soap-operatic decay. But every so often something like Néro turns up, gleefully ahistorical and morally unwell, and forces me to revise the complaint:

I don’t like TV shows. I just… apparently like this one. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The More Things Change…

Remember the CRT era? When ‘adjusting the aerial’ sometimes meant balancing on one leg with a coathanger in hand, performing accidental interpretive dance to get rid of the snowstorm on screen?

Well, here we are in 2025, and much has changed… although we’re still waving things around like idiots (laptops or Wi-Fi antennas), chasing elusive bars instead of faint UHF signals.

With most Wi-Fi monitoring apps out there either too slow to update or requiring endless clicking to get live signal info, I just wanted to open a terminal, type wifistr, and get immediate, constant feedback. So I made a console app…

Wifistr running in a Powershell terminal

It works by finding the first connected WLAN adapter and outputting the signal strength every second. I originally used Python for this task, but the script kept breaking with random Python updates and Microsoft’s occasional changes to the netsh output format. An exe which utilises the Windows API shouldn’t have this problem.

Visit the repo, vet the code and compile it yourself, or download the exe, stick it in your Windows path, and call it when needed.

No Skip Button? No Problem

2024-10-13 Internet ljredux

When Google burst onto the scene in the late 90s, its search portal stood out for its simplicity: Just a clean, white page with a logo, a search box, and two buttons. In an ecosystem overwhelmed by ad-heavy portals like Yahoo, Lycos, and Excite, this straightforward, no-nonsense approach was a breath of fresh air, playing a significant role in the company’s early success.

It is striking how much the tables have turned. How a forward-thinking company with such a focus on minimalism and innovation, has transformed one of its key acquisitions (a once cool and disruptive video platform that was devoid of ads) into the most hostile ads vs ad-blockers arm race the internet has ever seen.

I’m talking about YouTube of course, and the latest rumour (denied by Google) suggests the button for skipping ads is sometimes being hidden. The heated reactions raise an interesting question: Why don’t more users create an in-browser skip button themselves?

All mainstream desktop browsers allow us to create bookmarklets (a bookmark which runs javascript on the loaded page), and all HTML5 <video> elements can be manipulated with javascript. This means we can skip to the end of any HTML5 video we like (for now at least) whether YouTube provides a skip button or not.

javascript:(function() { 
    const video = document.querySelector('video'); 
    if (video) { video.currentTime = video.duration; }
})();
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Echoes of Obscurity and Isolation

2024-10-07 Music ljredux

Indicatif is a Kraftwerkian melody which came out of nowhere in 1980, becoming a staple of French radio for a few months only to disappear as abruptly as it arrived. The band, Moderne (from Tours, France), didn’t last much longer, vanishing into the ether the following year.

Delivered in French, the song’s lyrics carry a whimsical and eerie tone, like a voice emanating from the TV in a lonely hotel room, flowing into your stream of consciousness. Familiar yet unsettling, it entertains you while seeming to mock your dependence on its company. Then, almost as quickly as it began, it delivers a melancholic farewell… and a bleak reminder that this cycle of loneliness will repeat.

Although their time was brief, the ghost of Moderne lingers. Rediscovered in the noughties, their two LPs were reissued as a double album, and Indicatif turned up on numerous compilation albums. An intriguing interview with lyricist Thierry Teyssou also surfaced on the record company’s website around this time. Today, a limited edition release of that album remains available to buy on Bandcamp.

The Machiavellian Face of Roman Politics?

2024-10-01 History ljredux

Amid countless idealized sculptures of Roman leadership figures, this bust of a senior male stands out for its raw, unflinching depiction of age and suffering. Remarkably, there is a pronounced asymmetry between the sides of the face which suggests one sided paralysis, perhaps caused by a stroke. It is truly unique.

Portrait of a man known as Plancus (Front). Portrait of a man known as Plancus (Left). Portrait of a man known as Plancus (Below).

The artefact is said1 to depict Lucius Munatius Plancus, the founder of Lugdunum (modern day Lyon), and the contrast between the two sides can be better seen at Lugdunum museum’s website. More specifically, here and here.

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Raging Against The Artifice: Edith Nylon

2023-03-03 Music ljredux

Edith Nylon

Single  ▪  3:32  ▪  1979
Artist: Edith Nylon
Genres: Punk, New Wave

Rated:  (4)

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It was 1977 when Edith Nylon burst onto the Punk scene in France. Still a little wet behind the ears, it was another couple of years before they achieved mainstream success with their eponymous debut single and album.

With its foreboding opening riffs, the single is particularly distinctive, its narrative foretelling the transformation of a young woman (Edith Nylon) into a sort of bionic, hypersexual plaything made of synthetic materials and modern technology. The arrangement is quite astute for such a young band, skillfully alternating between moods of suspense and jubilance.

The lyrical theme speaks of our increasingly commercial and synthetic culture, and comparisons with bands like X-Ray Spex are irresistible. Plastic Bag, The Day The World Turned Day-glo and Germfree Adolescents invited us to ponder similar ideas, but both bands existed in the same pop-cultural bubble; both were inspired by the same clichéd talking points of their generation.

While Edith Nylon went on to achieve further success, their later output became less provocative. Even after learning recently that they reformed (I’ve apparently been asleep for three years) the temptation to talk about them in the past-tense is strong. I’d love to see them live, but the band I fell in love with was very much of another time.

(The performance above is an out-take from La Brune et moi, the cult punk film I previously wrote about here.)

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Lino the Linotype

2022-11-02 Films ljredux

125 rue Montmartre

Year: 1959  ▪  85 mins
Director: Gilles Grangier

Rated:  (3.5)
Seen Before: No

Humble newspaper seller Pascal (Lino Ventura) saves a man who jumps into the Seine only to find himself embroiled in a complex crime of passion.

After being manipulated into taking the fall, his inner lion awakens, and a clock seems to be ticking as he tries to clear his name. Will he get out of this or is a miscarriage of justice on the cards? Are we right to believe him anyway? We are tossed from one unreliable character to another, not knowing who to believe.

As psychological thrillers go, the foundations of 125 rue Montmartre are remarkably well laid, but it is ultimately undermined by the odd circumstance that plumbs the limits of disbelief. There is also this niggling doubt about the casting. Robert Hirsch and Jean Desailly deliver sterling supporting performances, and our protagonist is a good fit for his role on paper… but there is no escaping the fact that he is Lino Ventura.

Still, this is an engaging nearly-noir that is well worthy of its recent remaster.

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