I was looking for a slick, fun, action-packed show to enjoy, and I thought this would be it. It's emphatically not. This is, instead, just a terrible chore. Just to set things straight from the off: I have absolutely NO interest in the film, which I saw years ago on TV and instantly dismissed and forgot, so I'm not even beginning to compare.
After a cracking opening scene, this settles into a pattern of two ill-matched characters, played by bland actors with all the chemistry of two damp and mis-matched socks, mumbling, meandering and bickering all over the place. There is an endless conversation, early on, about what to call the cat, which will serve as a warning, as that slack, flaccid tone permeates this series. There is no tension, nothing of the intrigue and suspense that you'd think would come of two people having to live a cover story in the heart of New York City while serving as hunting/killing/espionage agents for an unseen department. They swan around their luxury brownstone with the rooftop garden, or in exotic locations, sticking out a mile. He smirks, she sulks, they bicker about family, kids, gender roles and bodily functions. Occasionally something happens. Just when you think it can't get any worse, they act as stupidly as possible (honestly, episode 4 is a head slapper, where they are as indiscrete as two people could possibly be, while episode 5 has them committing major errors of judgement that a rookie uniformed cop wouldn't make). It's all dispiriting and soul-sapping and limps on its dreadful way. What a waste. I can only wonder what spark might have remained had Sophie Waller-Bridge remained.
After a cracking opening scene, this settles into a pattern of two ill-matched characters, played by bland actors with all the chemistry of two damp and mis-matched socks, mumbling, meandering and bickering all over the place. There is an endless conversation, early on, about what to call the cat, which will serve as a warning, as that slack, flaccid tone permeates this series. There is no tension, nothing of the intrigue and suspense that you'd think would come of two people having to live a cover story in the heart of New York City while serving as hunting/killing/espionage agents for an unseen department. They swan around their luxury brownstone with the rooftop garden, or in exotic locations, sticking out a mile. He smirks, she sulks, they bicker about family, kids, gender roles and bodily functions. Occasionally something happens. Just when you think it can't get any worse, they act as stupidly as possible (honestly, episode 4 is a head slapper, where they are as indiscrete as two people could possibly be, while episode 5 has them committing major errors of judgement that a rookie uniformed cop wouldn't make). It's all dispiriting and soul-sapping and limps on its dreadful way. What a waste. I can only wonder what spark might have remained had Sophie Waller-Bridge remained.
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