Dennis

No wild sex scenes and yet it is romantic and endearing. Great ending, as well. No one died, (Nights in Rhodantha, Message in a Bottle, The Notebook and the tearjerker out of India, Love Likes Coincidence). Well written. Great acting. One minute you are laughing from your gut. The next you are reaching for a tissue. It taps into and arouses the viewer's emotional core. Loved it.

I watched the entire first season and was barely ok with it. Just finished the second season and found myself supremely disappointed when it concluded. Hakan the Protector is anything but. This is the most inept hero protagonist I have ever witnessed. Over and over he enters an encounter with a bad guy (immortal) only to get his a__ kicked. In one scene, he surprises his main antagonist while holding his special dagger and wearing his talisman "protects him from everything" shirt. As usual his dagger is kicked out of his hand and he ends up on his back. Of course, the culprits get away. Get used to it. The whole movie is like this. He cannot protect anyone. Accordingly, all of his close associates (loyals) are killed off, one by one. In fact, his girlfriend Leyla gets killed twice. The one gorgeous warrior (Seynet) for whom I had the most empathy is unceremoniously shot and killed at the very end. We're left realizing that we must have been rooting for the wrong team. It seems like evil wins and good is soundly beaten. The Protector is an idiot who acts impulively to the detriment of his supporters. Don't waste your time watching this poorly conceived and written series.

I thought it was as powerful as "The Notebook." I suppose there is a little irony in that.

Terribly scripted. Bad acting. Boring. Zero intrigue. Action scenes are B grade.

As a man of 72, I was drawn into the sudden reality of what my life was. Who had I thought of? Who did I give my time to? Who was important in my life? Sadly, like Lee, I had ignored my children and pushed aside any indulgences that I should have expressed toward my loved ones. Towards those who loved me and wanted to be in my life I had led a selfish life. And now, at 72, I didn't understand why those whom I thought loved me, whose love I had taken for granted, barely even knew me. I was aghast at the sudden understanding that my life had excluded them. Further, that they, full of hurt, had likewise barred me from their love and affection. Can a father ever know the pain that he spent a lifetime setting himself up for?