Armistead Maupin’s Tales Of The City (1993), as far as I’m concerned, was a high-water mark as far as serialized adaptations go.
At times funny, sad and beautiful; sometimes all within the same moment.
So you can imagine so when I learned that Netflix was picking up the torch (I don’t know if it’s a reboot or an original story because Maupin wrote numerous books revolving around the characters that inhabited 28 Barbary Lane).
And speaking of reboots, what I enjoyed about Netflix’s adaption was that there was a certain finality about it though they could continue the story, though it would be an entirely different thing.
In fact if it were to continue it would likely be similar to 2012’s The L.A. Complex, a woefully under-appreciated series. And speaking of appreciation, I liked the sense of a chapter in a story coming to a close because another mystery revolving around the past of Anna Madrigal would have been bordering on camp (which considering what we’re talking about, perhaps would have been sort of apt).
In other words I don’t know if this will be our last visit to 28 Barbary Lane, though it certainly feels like it.