Pablo Jernandezz

Charming bad boy gets comeuppance...... Errrr.... That's it. Soundtrack is anachronistic. And let's face it if you are watching a TV show for the music you need to give yourself a shake If you're watching because of the "uncomfortable" scenes, you need to stop fiddling with yourself. Christ this is boring.

There was a good film in there, but, instead of closing in like good cinema noir, knightley's paranoia goes from zero to 100 before you can say rear window. There doesn't seem to be much of an act two in which to explore, dislike and guess about the rest of the cast. And then........... We're asked to believe that a 5ft 5 angle poise lamp can jump into a fjord, swim to shore, ramble her fjord soaked way until she finds a Hunter's unlocked cabin, start a fire, find dry clothes that fit, walk to a gala dinner venue, sneak in, persuade security that she's kosher and reveal the baddie on stage in front of the guests. Really!!!! Really!!! Even Magnum PI would struggle. Act three is only on nodding terms with one and two. And just to keep the wokeratti onside, towards the end a man tells the female intern to make him a cup of tea with two sugars (Sweeny style) and she ignores him, good lass. Should have been good, but what a dog's dinner of a film. This is what happens when you let children with only 4 colours on their pallette write scripts. Somebody make it stop.

Sloooooooooooow... And not in the good way that builds tention and characters. Full of extended camera still fillers that got irritating very quickly. The characters are caricatures and unbelievable. The dialogue is well..... Simply not good. And don't even get me started on the soundtrack.

A fairly good watch. If you're not keen on the pacing of French cinema then this probably isn't for you. I am, so it was. The characters were consistant and the script not overly clichéd - I watched it in French with English subtitles so I could be way wide of the mark there. Only criticism: too long for the story. It makes a good start but begins to ramble and become convoluted by episode 4. It's a criticism that could be layed at the door of many modern dramas though. There seems to be a lost art of knowing when a story should end.

It's Australian. That's all you need to know. If you like this kind of stuff, you'll like it. I persevered for a few episodes until I realized I was on a hiding to nothing.

Not a bad watch, but too long. By episode 4 the jokes were becoming obvious and I was no longer willing to overlook how over egged they were. Perhaps if I had to wait a week to see the next episode, instead of having the whole thing at my fingertips, it would have felt different. I tired of it trying too hard to be quirky, but maybe that's just me. Better than most of the dross out there for sure.

Academics doing academic things and behaving like academics. Someone gets accused of a bad thing and the academics really crank up the academic action. Sprinkles of quasi academic stuff in the dialogue to make viewers feel clever and, well, that's it. It was difficult to care. I felt sorry for metaphorical dead horse of this story for having to endure yet another flogging.

It was ok once I had endured the first part with the corny script and afternoon soap opera acting. Still, I suppose you've got to do your bit to keep the feminists off your case, so I'll let it ride. But jeez it was hard going. Dr Strangelove it's not, but it passed the time until my arthritis meds kicked in. I'd let it through to the next round of the X factor to make up the numbers.

This is about as good a fist of filming this novel as I think anyone could have made. Because of the nature of the novel, reading and feeling it become an incredibly personal experience, so fair play to GDT for presenting his reading to the world, and doing so with love. Yes there were parts that I thought were clumsier and different to the book in my head, but that's the nature of the beast with novels like these. Goodness me though. Oscar Isaac was hamming it up so much at times that his performance sailed a little too close to Gene Wilder's in The Young Frankenstein and I nearly laughed out loud. Minus one point for that. The running time of two hours and change went by without me noticing, so, based upon that, it must have been engaging.

A 90s rip off. Can you guys dream up anything of your own? The angular animation, the ott characters, the in your face offence for offence's sake is carbon copy 90s. And it's such a palid, limp, lukewarm milky tea version of it, created by people who think swearing is really sticking it to the man. Christ on a bike let's hope this sorry chapter in humanity's creativity is over soon.