Hugo Hortiguera

This is the most boring mystery series I’ve seen in years. And I honestly don’t know why I kept watching it until the end — maybe I’m a masochist, or maybe I still believe in the possibility of redemption. The only thing I managed to get out of it was eight wonderful nights of deep sleep. And for that alone, I thank the writers. In every episode, the characters got caught up in long, repetitive conversations that went in circles — the kind of pacing that gave me just enough time to doze off, wake up near the end, turn off the TV, and head straight to bed to fall asleep all over again. Boring, repetitive, sleep-inducing. With so many suspects (honestly, Agatha Christie must be rolling in her grave) and so wildly implausible that it doesn’t even work as a joke or parody. As for the so-called “nods” to cultural references and Australian culture, they seemed more like an attempt to convince us how clever and creative the writers think they are. It’s a shame. They could’ve made a shorter version with fewer suspects, saved a good chunk of the budget, and spared us the discomfort of falling asleep in front of the TV. And the script — thanks but no thanks — lacked the spark needed to make that back-and-forth dialogue engaging. It ended up feeling more dull than entertaining. Poor lead actress — she probably had to memorize pages and pages of dialogue just to lull us to sleep. Honestly, they could’ve just played some relaxing classical music and achieved the same effect — with better taste, too.