Two stars for the fabulous clothing. Two stars also for ruining an otherwise intriguing story. And also for the horrendous soundtrack, which reminded me of the aforementioned "story." The part they made up. The actual story is of a fauxcialite who connived her way into some pretty impressive social circles and their deep pockets on a phony backstory. On face value, one might just brush this off as another in a long history of cons. But we're talking about a woman from nowhere walking into Manhattan's most elite circles with a flimsy story about some hefty trust fund with no visible means of support. Now that's a story. Instead, Netflix decided to recreate the entire thing as some big drama no one cares about. I watched it because the story itself, the one I read about in actual news articles, was fascinating. I watched because i wanted to know how she conned Wall Street, a place accustomed to every con on earth, how she conned top art curators, architects, attorneys and everyone else under the sun. Instead, I got loads and loads of man bashing, and an actress better suited to Ozark given free reign to have a blast at everyone else's expense without so much as a token gesture of empathy or remorse. Nothing about this series delves into the mechanics of how she actually pulled off the things she was charged with. Then the sums of money she supposed extorted for her foundation blasted the roof off the bank with its 40 mil price tag handed to a vagabond with a sim card, voice modulator and a fantasy. Oh, and she hijacked a private jet without a single penny received from her supposed trust fund manager. The real story here is how Netflix ruined an otherwise extraordinary story with the help of Julia Garner.