Someone else in here characterized it well already, they try way too hard. Way too hard for this to be received as anything of substance. Ripley alone as a character study might have worked, but then when the interactions start to pick up in the plot, you realize that this is a piece created by try hards for people selfidentifying as "cultured" who just have to sing the praises of a work, because its black and white (which nowadays is not less expensive to film). And tonedeath.
As soon as the dialogue delivery starts between the characters, everything is off. Every glance lasts for the usual 5 seconds after it has seized becoming a glance. Every telegraphed "you are not welcome here" gets the extra 15 headnods while the actor really sells the delivery and sells it, and sells it, and sells it - and keeps selling it. Even the self recognition, of ok, you know that I cant paint, but you are being polite somehow manages to come in just minutes after its appropriate delivery time... Its not like the actors are bad essentially, but like they were told to "hold that emotion" so the typical Netflix customer has a chance to "catch the emotion on that face".
At that point all of the deliveries seize to be mediocre and just venture full into bad, which is then underlined by atmosphere heavy scenes, of listening to some chanteuse in a bar where the focus is on capturing her face and everyone being captured by their self indulgent righteousness of experiencing that picturesque moment of consuming an espresso in that venue - but no one cared enough not to hire the directors girlfriend for the singing part.
Sure, if you are the target audience of this, which has to be the tonedeath, asocial beings that Gen-Z are often mischaracterized as today, I guess you love this for all the gravitas it comes with -- but if you are anyone that isnt a self indulgent art lover to the maximum, its hard to see yourself putting up with this neurotic, depressing version of Ripley for more than the appropriate one and a half minutes while your ogling the god darn exit to get out of that social interaction.
This is not a display of a sadly all too likeable psychopath - this is the little wished to be on Apple TV show that fulfills the wish of half of their audience, to at least for once in their life, be able to read an emotion off of someones face - while giving them the impression that "asocial" is the totally new social and accepted, and "no you are perfectly fine in this interaction" if you just take that trip to italy to meet your dream upperclass prince, that always waited for you and you always wanted to have a seemingly meaningful conversation with...
I'll revisit this review, once I've finished watching the series, but just getting through the next scene has become a chore here...
And yet I'm absolutely sure that the mediocraty in filmlovers will love this - because it made them feel some emotions in every scene! Drab, dreary, idiotic, delivery with no timing - but for sure, some emotion will be plastered on every actors face for 12 seconds at least, just so you could catch up with that.
Talented? Who needs to be talented these days?
As soon as the dialogue delivery starts between the characters, everything is off. Every glance lasts for the usual 5 seconds after it has seized becoming a glance. Every telegraphed "you are not welcome here" gets the extra 15 headnods while the actor really sells the delivery and sells it, and sells it, and sells it - and keeps selling it. Even the self recognition, of ok, you know that I cant paint, but you are being polite somehow manages to come in just minutes after its appropriate delivery time... Its not like the actors are bad essentially, but like they were told to "hold that emotion" so the typical Netflix customer has a chance to "catch the emotion on that face".
At that point all of the deliveries seize to be mediocre and just venture full into bad, which is then underlined by atmosphere heavy scenes, of listening to some chanteuse in a bar where the focus is on capturing her face and everyone being captured by their self indulgent righteousness of experiencing that picturesque moment of consuming an espresso in that venue - but no one cared enough not to hire the directors girlfriend for the singing part.
Sure, if you are the target audience of this, which has to be the tonedeath, asocial beings that Gen-Z are often mischaracterized as today, I guess you love this for all the gravitas it comes with -- but if you are anyone that isnt a self indulgent art lover to the maximum, its hard to see yourself putting up with this neurotic, depressing version of Ripley for more than the appropriate one and a half minutes while your ogling the god darn exit to get out of that social interaction.
This is not a display of a sadly all too likeable psychopath - this is the little wished to be on Apple TV show that fulfills the wish of half of their audience, to at least for once in their life, be able to read an emotion off of someones face - while giving them the impression that "asocial" is the totally new social and accepted, and "no you are perfectly fine in this interaction" if you just take that trip to italy to meet your dream upperclass prince, that always waited for you and you always wanted to have a seemingly meaningful conversation with...
I'll revisit this review, once I've finished watching the series, but just getting through the next scene has become a chore here...
And yet I'm absolutely sure that the mediocraty in filmlovers will love this - because it made them feel some emotions in every scene! Drab, dreary, idiotic, delivery with no timing - but for sure, some emotion will be plastered on every actors face for 12 seconds at least, just so you could catch up with that.
Talented? Who needs to be talented these days?
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