I don’t even know how to begin... If Vivaldi were alive today, he might have considered hanging himself after seeing how his music was misused in this show. Seriously—what was that, Tina Fey?
The series was painfully boring and riddled with clichés. I didn’t want to finish it, but I told myself, “Let’s just see how it ends.” Unfortunately, it didn’t get any better.
I honestly don’t understand how Netflix funds this kind of nonsense. The show essentially tries to sell the idea that it’s totally normal for your husband to leave you after 25 years of marriage—and not only that, but it's also completely fine to hang out with his widow.
And then there's the portrayal of Danny and Claude. I’ve seen gay couples portrayed in many shows, and none have ever come across as painfully awkward and insufferable as these two. It was borderline offensive—not because of their sexuality, but because of how poorly their characters were written.
Overall, this mini-series feels like a messy parade of self-absorbed, insecure, and emotionally hollow people pretending to support each other while secretly hating one another. Everyone’s either thinking about divorce or drowning in delusion.
What a waste of time.