mviken91
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Classificação de mviken91
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Classificação de mviken91
Your Friends and Neighbours isn't a bad series - but it's not a great one either. It sits firmly in the middle, with moments of potential that never fully materialize. The cast delivers excellent performances, often elevating the material beyond what it deserves. Unfortunately, the writing drags everything back down.
The show suffers from a persistent flatness. It aims for complexity but lands somewhere between cliché and emotional vacancy. Each episode seems to build toward something, yet you're consistently left with the sense that something essential is missing - a void that's hard to define, but always present. It's as if the writers wanted to say something profound about the lives of wealthy, privileged individuals, but in doing so, forgot to give the story an actual heartbeat.
The structure and pacing are competent, and the direction is serviceable. But that only makes the script's shortcomings stand out more. When strong actors are given weak material, you can almost see them struggling to bring depth to scenes that feel empty on the page.
That this show is getting a second season is... puzzling. It's hard to imagine what more can be wrung from a premise that already feels overstretched. A wasted opportunity - not without its strengths, but too shallow to recommend.
The show suffers from a persistent flatness. It aims for complexity but lands somewhere between cliché and emotional vacancy. Each episode seems to build toward something, yet you're consistently left with the sense that something essential is missing - a void that's hard to define, but always present. It's as if the writers wanted to say something profound about the lives of wealthy, privileged individuals, but in doing so, forgot to give the story an actual heartbeat.
The structure and pacing are competent, and the direction is serviceable. But that only makes the script's shortcomings stand out more. When strong actors are given weak material, you can almost see them struggling to bring depth to scenes that feel empty on the page.
That this show is getting a second season is... puzzling. It's hard to imagine what more can be wrung from a premise that already feels overstretched. A wasted opportunity - not without its strengths, but too shallow to recommend.
Feels like a missed opportunity wrapped in stylish blood and overly poetic dialogue. The concept; exploring the psychological tug-of-war between Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham, had enormous potential. But the execution reflects the worst habits of 2010s American TV where everything is dialed up to eleven, with no regard for pacing or clarity.
Instead of building slow, creeping dread, the show rushes to shock and confuse. Major plot developments arrive out of nowhere, characters behave erratically, and the show seems more interested in looking cool than making sense. It's a prime example of "style over substance," where atmosphere replaces storytelling, and nuance is replaced with melodrama.
Maybe this story could have worked better in a different cultural context or time. One less obsessed with brooding antiheroes, aestheticized violence, and far top obviouse monologues. But as it stands, Hannibal ends up being messy, boring and cheesy, rather than engaging.
Brilliant idea. Wrong production time, terrible scripting.
Instead of building slow, creeping dread, the show rushes to shock and confuse. Major plot developments arrive out of nowhere, characters behave erratically, and the show seems more interested in looking cool than making sense. It's a prime example of "style over substance," where atmosphere replaces storytelling, and nuance is replaced with melodrama.
Maybe this story could have worked better in a different cultural context or time. One less obsessed with brooding antiheroes, aestheticized violence, and far top obviouse monologues. But as it stands, Hannibal ends up being messy, boring and cheesy, rather than engaging.
Brilliant idea. Wrong production time, terrible scripting.
When Headhunters hit theaters in 2011, I thought it was absolutely amazing. A tight thriller, exciting, stylish, and with a pace that kept me hooked. Fast forward 14 years, and my opinion has done a complete 180-this film is garbage.
It feels like a painfully bad Norwegian attempt to cater to an American audience, following a cheap Hollywood action-thriller formula that simply does not translate well. The Scandinavian language and tone just don't work for this kind of over-the-top storytelling, making it feel completely unconvincing. If you're American, maybe this lands as something cool and exotic. But as a Norwegian watching a Norwegian-produced film, it's laughably detached from any sense of realism.
The plot is rushed, the script is atrocious, and there's zero build-up-just a series of forced, unnatural beats trying to manufacture tension. The actors do their job, but the writing is so bad that it's beyond saving. Maybe this would work in some stylized Hollywood setting, but in a Norwegian context, it's utterly ridiculous.
An absolute train wreck. I can't believe I once thought this was a great film.
It feels like a painfully bad Norwegian attempt to cater to an American audience, following a cheap Hollywood action-thriller formula that simply does not translate well. The Scandinavian language and tone just don't work for this kind of over-the-top storytelling, making it feel completely unconvincing. If you're American, maybe this lands as something cool and exotic. But as a Norwegian watching a Norwegian-produced film, it's laughably detached from any sense of realism.
The plot is rushed, the script is atrocious, and there's zero build-up-just a series of forced, unnatural beats trying to manufacture tension. The actors do their job, but the writing is so bad that it's beyond saving. Maybe this would work in some stylized Hollywood setting, but in a Norwegian context, it's utterly ridiculous.
An absolute train wreck. I can't believe I once thought this was a great film.