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"The Case Against Adnan Syed." This is a big one. It will be on HBO in early March.

Here's my understanding of the Adnan mess. A major reason why he was convicted was that a certain cell phone tower indicated that he was likely in an incriminating area at an incriminating time. But, after the trial, it was discovered that the "pinging" data was unreliable--at the least. I'm not saying Adnan didn't do the deed. But to put a guy behind bars for a reason as paltry as the thing the prosecution provided? That's weird. I'm so excited to see this HBO special.

-Also: Brie Larson will be lighting up screens in "Captain Marvel." She says in the Times she didn't want such a high-profile project until she thought about the (pro-feminism) statement she could make with this career-move. She is especially pleased that Captain Marvel doesn't "start meek"--as so many superheroes do. Captain Marvel is a badass, and then she becomes more of a badass.

You can count on Brie Larson to show signs of inner life--even when her material isn't strong. Her performance at the Oscars many months ago--where she seemed to condemn Casey Affleck, even as she silently handed him an award--also makes her compelling. It's never a bad thing to have Larson in your movie.

-Lastly, a new air date for the upcoming season of "Bosch" has been released! You need only wait until April. This show would be worth watching even if the Titus/Jerry Edgar/Amy Aquino chemistry were the only thing to recommend it. (I struggle to think of another show that has such a deft touch with office politics, and with the idea of a "work marriage." The three leads are like a co-habitation poster--without actually co-habitating. A surprising and welcome source of humor in a frequently-dark show.)

It's widely thought that "The Last Coyote" is Connelly's strongest Bosch novel--Connelly himself seems to have special regard for that novel--and I'm curious to see if it has been used by the Amazon TV-makers yet. In any case, I look forward to more images of Bosch brooding while staring out of his high-priced windows, more angsty discussions about J. Edgar's marriage, and more serial killers having odd dialogues with their suspicious and deeply-conflicted elderly mothers. It can't come quickly enough!
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