House of Lies: “No Good Deed,” A Comedy of Errands and Restraining Orders
All across Los Angeles, houses whisper secrets.
And some houses don’t just whisper, they scream.
That’s the unspoken tagline of No Good Deed, Netflix’s eight-episode foray into the dark heart of real estate and deep, dark secrets. Creator Liz Feldman, returning to explore the blurred lines between comedy and tragedy, serves up a wickedly entertaining season full of break-ins, breakdowns, and eyebrow-raising twists. It’s the kind of show where you might find yourself simultaneously cackling and gasping.
Lydia Morgan (Lisa Kudrow), bless her clever, neurotic heart, needs to sell. Badly. She and her husband Paul (Ray Romano) are still reeling from the grisly murder of their teenage son three years prior, a crime that occurred in the very house they’re trying to offload. It’s clear the "For Sale" sign is less about profit and more about exorcising phantom pains.
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