Finally binged all 6 seasons of The Americans.
Rather fantastic overall. Loved the Cold War paranoia and espionage, not-quite-Stranger Things-level 80s nostalgia, and - still for reasons I cannot fully explain - Keri Russell. My wife also dug it, despite going in reluctantly. Had to pitch the series hard to her, but by the end, she was walking around the house menacingly quoting Russian.
Some storylines did however drag on too long, feeling unnaturally stretched for padding. A few times after the Jennings had expertly deceived, disgraced, or destroyed one of their many targets, I'd completely forgotten why they'd set out to do so some 2-3 seasons earlier.
But the series nestled cozily into my suspension of disbelief, establishing reasonably well how these two very American suburbanites could possibly be taken seriously as deeply-embedded Soviet spies. It ratcheted up the stakes and intrigue with each episode, and encouraged the viewer to "root for the bad guys" as it were. And the series finale was a near perfect 60 minute thrill ride of understated tension wrapping things up in, I think, one of the only satisfying ways possible.
Ultimately The Americans ends up being in the same ballpark for me as The Newsroom and House of Cards, scratching a similar itch. But while The Americans proved more consistent in quality overall, it lags a tad behind the latter two's more memorable, dizzyingly stellar high points.