Why Netflix’s “Private Life” Is The Refresher Course On Never Giving Up

Mild spoilers

Netflix is still the shit! But when it comes to original fare, I tend to find more misses than hits, but on an unusually chilly evening, after being served with another batch of error messages from Hulu, I went to my standard default for a hopefully quick rescue.

When you’re confronted with a barrage of options all at once, it can take a minute to get your vision accustomed to scoping out the winners. And then you also have to settle your appetite so you can pick either the movie you love, but have seen a hundred times or a new title that isn’t sweeping you off your feet.

I will never know what drew me to Private Life, but I’m glad I didn’t put up a fight, because it turned out to be blissfully affecting and surprisingly therapeutic.

The story centers around a middle-aged couple, who refreshingly embody the dying art that is the well-furnished bohemian lifestyle in the East Village, who are entrenched in the modern-day crusade — that’s recruiting a greater chunk of the population than we realize.

They’re trying and failing to have a child.

The film directed by Tamara Jenkins who happens to be responsible for another gem I stumbled upon while casually surfing cable channels…