You’ve got to hand it to Ozark, Jason Bateman’s showy crime series about a slippery financial adviser who becomes immersed with Mexican drug cartels. In the years since its debut, the narco drama (whose final season arrived on Netflix last week) has been on somewhat of a journey. And then some.
When it premiered back in 2017 – with an opening episode in which Bateman’s character, Marty Bird, goes from sexless marriage to a near-death encounter with a drug kingpin – its shtick felt too obviously derivative to be taken seriously. Here was a drama, you felt, that had been commissioned for one purpose: to serve as Netflix’s ‘next up’ show for viewers who’d just binged Breaking Bad and couldn’t be bothered to reach for the remote.
Half a decade later and Ozark is a very different beast. Gone are the cartoonish ultraviolence and Grand Theft Auto-style body-counts that ruined its first season.
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