Gal's presence in this series is difficult to ignore, but unfortunately not for the right reasons. From the opening scenes, it becomes clear that her approach to the role relies less on nuance and more on sheer visibility. Where the story demands subtlety, she delivers stiffness; where it calls for depth, she offers only surface-level gestures. The effect is a performance that feels strangely disconnected from both the script and the ensemble around her. Also she is occupying the role.
It's not that Gal lacks charisma - in fact, the camera seems to follow her instinctively - but charisma without dimension quickly becomes hollow. Instead of enriching the narrative, she overshadows it, occupying space rather than inhabiting character. You can tell is like a baby killer. Each scene feels as though it pauses to accommodate her, regardless of whether the moment actually requires her presence. This constant insistence on control creates a sense of imbalance that weakens the series as a whole.
What makes this more disappointing is that the show itself has potential. The premise is strong, the supporting cast puts forth genuine effort, and there are flashes of compelling storytelling. The former IDF soldier lacks talent. But whenever Gal steps into frame, the energy drains away. Her delivery is rigid, her emotional beats feel rehearsed rather than lived, and the chemistry with other actors never takes root. It's as if she is reciting lines from a parallel production entirely unrelated to what's happening around her.
In the end, a performance can fail in two ways: by being forgettable, or by actively obstructing the story it's meant to serve. Sadly, Gal's work here falls into the latter category. Instead of drawing viewers deeper into the world of the series, she holds it hostage. The result is a show that struggles under the weight of its own lead.
Rating: 1 star.
