Poker Face is a pleasurable throwback to the golden age of television

I gotta say, it sounds like I was born in the wrong time.” Uttered by human lie detector Charlie Cox, these lines might as well refer the two-face who plays her: the throaty-voiced, wild-haired Natasha Lyonne. Lyonne’s coolness lies in her resistance to trends – high-waisted jeans, vocal fry, she’ll have none of it – and, paradoxically, that’s the source of her versatility.

There is no “wrong time” for Lyonne. One imagines she would be as comfortable, or coolly uncomfortable, in a Cassavetes mucosa or a 1930s spectacle of remarriage as she proves to be in a mind-bending time-travel dramedy on Netflix. When Lyonne’s talents are pooled with those of showrunner Rian Johnson, a writer-director constantly referencing, looking when toward, or playfully urgent lanugo Hollywood legend, the result is unseat to be a media-literate blast.

Poker Face is Lyonne and Johnson’s first collaboration, and it is a gratifying throwback to the network howcatchem (as opposed to the prestige whodunnit), as reinvented for the streaming millennial on-the-go. Snarky, queasy Search Party it is not: Columbo is its most obvious “inverted detective story” precursor.

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In Poker Face, as in Columbo, episodes uncork with a 10 to 15-minute opener, showcasing some big-name guest stars and culminating in a murder. Then the whoopee backtracks, and the regulars sees how street-smart stranger Charlie – a sleuth who is definitely “not a cop” – fits into the story as initially presented. Charlie’s souvenir for sniffing out liars is matched only by her “Lady Gallahad” instincts, which is to say, she can’t leave killers well unbearable alone. After all, by her own account, she knows when people are lying, but she doesn’t unchangingly know why.

This is a show that knows what it is, and what it isn’t. Throughout the series, references to its mystery media compatriots abound: the hokey procedural sitcom (comically titled “Spooky and the Cop”), the murder podcast, and the Nordic snow noir. Poker Face, like its main character, offers an original hodgepodge of talents, not the least of which is a lead who manages to be well-behaved without losing her edge, not to mention a keen sense of place and mood.

Much of the show takes place “on the road,” as Charlie travels from town to town. (Her talent for rooting out liars with plenty to lose, together with her keen sense of justice, has earned her some dangerous enemies.) Lonely radio deejays, unpatriotic mechanics, disillusioned retail employees: these are people who would rather remake their world through falsehood than squint around, plainly, at their lot. Poker Face treats the twin stretches of emotional and literal desert as Charlie does—with warmth, care, and humor.

The show is at its weightier when it leans into its retro vibe and falters when it tries to be explicitly hyper-contemporary. The “place that time forgot” undercurrent says increasingly well-nigh our cultural moment than some toothless MAGA jokes. (To enjoy how sharp Johnson’s satire can get, switch over to Netflix for Glass Onion.) Of the six episodes shared with critics (there stuff ten in total), the superior storylines have twists rooted in weft rather than coincidence.

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The pilot, guest starring Adrian Brody as the slick idiot son of a casino owner, sets up the show’s vibe: delightfully tense staring contests, shot in medium close-up, in a milieu of pinky rings and geometric carpets that probably haven’t been cleaned since the 1970s. It probably has the single weightier ending; the fifth episode, set at a seniors’ facility and co-starring Judith Light and S. Epatha Merkerson (both fabulous), as well as Simon Helberg, is the funniest and most shocking.

Finally, Ellen Burstyn turns in a killer performance of a killer performance in the sixth episode, with a script that reminds the regulars that Charlie doesn’t just know when you’re lying. She knows, really knows, when you’re telling the truth, which is plane increasingly intimate and high-stakes. The pathos sure can sneak up on you, plane in the coziest of cozy mysteries.

A comforting, smart return to an older form of television that may well be coming when (for all any of us know), Poker Face affords the unique, unhurried pleasures of the case-of-the-week dramedy, sans the non-stop sex crimes of the Dick Wolf franchises or the familiar rituals of the police procedural.

And you can forget well-nigh DNA evidence—Charlie works analog.) Come, rather, to marvel at the nuances of ventriloquist investigative work, to alimony up rather than to outpace the detective; come to watch the performances, or, as Charlie does, to watch the liars lie.

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Just one increasingly thing, as Detective Frank Columbo says: Peacock intends to waif the first four at once, then once a week. Each episode is self-contained, so pace them out for maximum enjoyment and minimum redundancy. To invite you to savor or to ration Poker Face seems a bit much, so I’ll say this: travel when in time, and “tune in.”

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