Netflix's new show has all the makings of a great series. There's intrigue, politics, betrayals, and assassins in the night. Unfortunately, there's also a scrawny white guy named Marco Polo wandering through the scenes, often moping and confused.
I felt both intensely violated and intensely cruel. For the first time, it hit me that although we had wandered into this pervert’s Mecca as ironically detached tourists, this man was a permanent fixture here; it was his home.