Sometimes I have a feeling within ten minutes that I am just not going to like a show, but if it has interesting elements I will often push through in hopes that things gel.
The first episode of The Living and the Dead falls in this category for me. The series had a nice sense of period atmosphere, with nice scenery, pretty costumes, and a sense of foreboding. But the show felt inert. It wasn't just the very leisurely pace; there was just something so *bland* about it all.
Still, I persevered, thinking that perhaps there would be a riveting character or a plot twist (as promised by some of the other reviewers) that would pull me in.
Instead, I just felt this overwhelming sense of restlessness. I kept checking the clock to see how much was left.
The characters were wooden and generic. The pacing was glacial.
It's not that I can't see why this might appeal to people. It's got that psychology versus spirituality concept and a Thomas Hardy/Henry James literary approach. But I can't even think of sitting through any more of this.
The first episode of The Living and the Dead falls in this category for me. The series had a nice sense of period atmosphere, with nice scenery, pretty costumes, and a sense of foreboding. But the show felt inert. It wasn't just the very leisurely pace; there was just something so *bland* about it all.
Still, I persevered, thinking that perhaps there would be a riveting character or a plot twist (as promised by some of the other reviewers) that would pull me in.
Instead, I just felt this overwhelming sense of restlessness. I kept checking the clock to see how much was left.
The characters were wooden and generic. The pacing was glacial.
It's not that I can't see why this might appeal to people. It's got that psychology versus spirituality concept and a Thomas Hardy/Henry James literary approach. But I can't even think of sitting through any more of this.