The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window

Enjoyed this as a light hearted spoof of the psychological thriller genre. Lots of funny moments, not least the guy who's forever fixing the postbox.

Disengage your brain and be like Anna - pour yourself a bottle sized glass of wine and enjoy.

I'm loving it so far!! I watched the first 6 episodes in a day because I was so hooked!! Maybe I'll have a different opinion after the finale, but so far it's super entertaining and addicting.

I'm seriously questioning the cognitive skills of some reviewers. This clearly is a parody of Lifetime like mysteries. It's supposed to be silly. The handyman and the BFF always stopping by are the funniest scenes. The fact that the silliness is portrayed so serious is the hook. Lighten up amateur " film critics.

People who haven't watched popular thriller movies in the last five years won't get it. The Woman in the Window, Girl on a Train, etc. Where one woman solves a mystery, usually a murder. This has it's moments. Guess this just just a those who get it, get it.

The mystery of this mystery is whether it's an actual mystery, a veritable break in the fourth wall. On the one hand, hallucination hypotheses are supported by the ever present handyman. On the other hand, there is a continuing flow of empirical data to support her suspicions. I liked the tease: is this "real" only in her head, or real, period.

Dali-like, you'll find film's title, "The Woman in the House...," the penultimate clue. Is this comedy, horror, mystery or just plain old good drama. Sex on the stairs? Sex on the marble island? Just who is screwing who? Howling dogs? Buried hands? Surreal indeed.

Who did what to whom changes all too quickly. Make sure you have Tylenol for headaches from your head spinning. Make sure you pay attention to all the details in the production design; the continuity supervisor should get an Emmy. Consider buying stock in Corning Ware. Be ready also for scenes directed sweetly or you'll become diabetic, instantly.

When you assume you know, you don't, and when you assume you know, you know what that makes you (and me). Ass commentary aside, you'll love Kristen Bell's march through this panoply of the real, the hallucinated, and the surreal. Kudos to Davidson, Dorf, et al. For leading us down garden paths of a nuanced, albeit cliched, mystery journey. Be careful you don't trip. Don't assume Chastity's guilt assuages any one else's. I did.

Puns abound: be patient with Buell, the omnipresent handyman. He certainly nailed it, holy hand indeed; and he has a hand in every episode. I've never seen a mailbox needing so much attention. Why was a raccoon body found? Elizabeth's gravestone carving: Do we read it as carved, "There's No. '1' in Heaven." Or, as "There's no one in heaven." Real, or surreal, or hallucination? Find more Tylenol.

Pay attention to the casting... Massacre Mike in prison, Buell, the fingerprint technician. Subtle similarities until...

The Woman in the House... series is a palette of nuanced colors; they form cycles of meaning, and recycled nuance. Enjoy being painted confused. Yes, confused is a color, a shade of tan.

Real, satire, surreal or hallucination? Bingo.