Atanaria
If Succession got drunk with The White Lotus at a Hamptons party and woke up the next morning with a hangover full of bird metaphors and bite-sized social satire, you’d probably end up with Sirens, Netflix’s newest miniseries that’s equal parts absurd, addictive, and surprisingly heartfelt.
Buckle up, because this five-episode feathered fever dream is short, sharp, and anything but subtle.
Julianne Moore : Mother, Philanthropist, Avian Queen of Chaos
Let’s start with the obvious: Julianne Moore is a riot as Michaela Kell, a terrifyingly serene, bird-of-prey-obsessed billionaire philanthropist with Stepford vibes and unsettling calm. Picture Martha Stewart with a hawk on her arm and a taste for emotional manipulation. Moore’s performance is magnetic—equal parts charm and menace—and worth the binge alone.
Sister, Sister – With Secrets, Scandals, and Edible Arrangements
The emotional engine of Sirens is the complex, messy relationship between two sisters: Devon (Meghann Fahy, channeling peak hot mess energy) and Simone (Milly Alcock, deliciously icy). Devon’s had it rough—multiple DUIs, a falafel-flavored affair, and a struggling dad with dementia. Simone? She’s living large as Michaela’s live-in assistant on a clifftop estate for the mega-wealthy, dressed like a Pinterest board come to life and speaking in wellness aphorisms.
When Devon crashes this pristine paradise with nothing but a grudge and a giant fruit basket (don’t ask, just watch), chaos ensues.
Murder? Maybe. Culty vibes? Definitely. Birds? So Many Birds.
There’s a potential murder mystery (hi, Kevin Bacon!), secret identities, social satire, and enough Easter egg-colored costumes to blind you. The tone zigzags from thriller to comedy to family drama like it’s doing donuts in a luxury golf cart—but somehow, it works.
The writing is snappy, the pacing fast, and every episode ends with a cliffhanger that’ll make you yell “just one more” until you’ve devoured all five.
Atanaria’s Verdict : A Peacock in a Sea of Pigeons
Sirens doesn’t just try to mimic Succession or The White Lotus—it pecks its own path. It’s bonkers, brilliant, and biting, with a surprisingly emotional core beneath all the glitz and insanity. Think Real Housewives meets Greek tragedy meets Arrested Development, but with better wardrobe and more falcons.
If you like your social commentary with a side of chaos and couture, Sirens is your next guilty pleasure.
Bring snacks and emotional support. Preferably fruit-shaped.
