Arvingerne - The Legacy

This is exceptional TV!!!!! Superb acting, a fascinating storyline and the display of art makes you believe that the writer must be more than just a writer. it's not predictable and every second of it is interesting. I would've loved to continue watching more than 3 seasons but it's all in all very satisfying. This is my first danish series and now I'm hooked. You can buy all three seasons now so binge watching can be guaranteed :-) enjoy this piece of art!

With programs like Forbrydelsen and Borgen, Danmarks Radio has secured an international reputation as a powerhouse for serial drama, and this continues in spades with Arvingerne. Writing, acting, directing, etc., all show a level of artistic merit that puts the great majority of UK and American shows to shame (that's why BBC rebroadcasts them and US networks like AMC make crappy remakes). This is a new genre choice, however: the dynastic family drama, centering on the four squabbling children of a hippie artist mother from the sixties. I binge-watched it in 3 days, something very rare for me. In particular, Carsten Bjørnlund, a Forbrydelsen alum, is brilliant in the role of deeply damaged son Frederik, but all the principals are compelling. Just beginning to be available, in various ways, with English subtitles, but definitely worth seeking out.

Good story, good script, magnificent interpretations. Entertaining, comical, dramatic, it has everything, it's a great series. The naturalness of the interpretations, the realism and the lack of pretensions are magnificent. At the time I missed it because here, in Spain, has not been just publicized as other more famous series (some of them very overrated and boring). I need a fourth season! Please, please, please

Ignore some critics like boomeran......they may not read subtitles. ...or ...well just missed it.

Nice to see known danish actors draw on their skills for variety of characters. Story moves along and some sneaks up on you. Wish there were some more seasons. There are a few other danish and Swedish shows with similar family turmoil. Some of the shots seem to remind me of the great Susanne Beir winners. Expressions can tell us so much.

I liked the whole story but especially the odd folks. Tryne was great...seen her in about 8 other movies and she was perfect in this one. Someone mentioned criticizing it as a train wreck. Well yeah the family is....a fast moving cone at that. Have fun.

Signe Larsen, a young woman from relatively modest stock--working in a flower shop--discovers she was adopted and that her real family is a rich and decadent lot, fighting over the titular legacy of her recently deceased mother.

This sounds like a terribly worn out premise, but the writers actually succeed in transfiguring it by carefully avoiding the vulgar clichés we might expect: this is 'Dallas' alright, but 'Dallas' for the XXist century. The dead mother was not an oil magnate but a conceptual artist, the brothers and sisters are curators, lawyers and beach bums, all rather bohemian in their own privileged way. In place of gold watches and sports cars, we have conspicuous displays of cultural capitals (art books, white cubes and subdued designer dresses.) Behind this urbane and cultured façade, however, J. R. has nothing on any of them: Gro the curator dress her self-interest as selfless dedication to her mother's memory, Emil's devil-may-care altruism is fueled by privilege and self-indulgence, Thomas is perpetually escaping from his responsibility, and Frederik alone wears his stony heart on his sleeve.

The result is a populist Cinderella: Signe stands for honest work and common sense. Her decadent siblings, with their high-falutin modern culture and high-minded hypocrisy, are the fabled 'cosmopolitan elite'. But Avringerne is not *genuinely* populist: it is too well written, too well acted, too tastefully produced to appeal to the little man. Signe, pure as a lamb, perpetually turning the other cheek, is also the least compelling of the characters. This is a populist tale not for the little man but for the self-hating cosmopolitan elite.

The result is compelling: acutely observed, well cast, restrained and mostly credible. It does suffer from the failings of its soap opera model: as the episode count rises, the accumulation of peripeteia inevitably becomes less and less believable, so that by the end of the first season the viewer is already hard-pressed to suspend disbelief. By the end of the second, it has all become quite strained and repetitive. One wishes the writers had spread out their episode in time, avoiding thereby the artificiality of perpetual emergency and giving their characters time to grow.