This latest episode had Hugh Grant's character killed off after just a few scenes. No flashbacks of at least of who he was, or any kind of explanation as to how or why Elena overthrew him.
That is essentially this show in a nutshell. No depth, no world building, no action, or any kind of characters interesting to watch or care about. It's just been all and mostly Kate Winslet with a bad Margaret Thatcher accent, her character a concoction of cliches based on current and past dictators and former Soviet rituals. And while it was initially entertaining to watch, it got old and tiresome really quickly. Matthias Schoenaerts's character would've made for an interesting Rasputin if they had stayed on that path. Instead, they abruptly pivoted him in an another direction that makes no sense. Andrea Riseborough and Guillaume Gallienne are underused and wasted.
They dived too deep into the abstract and weird that it feels detached and not really that funny, just boring to watch. It's like they've come to the kitchen with great ingredients as far as a good cast, production values, and etc, but then they didn't know what to do with them, and the dish they've made just ends up tasting of very little.
I was expecting a Death of Stalin/In the Loop/The Thick of It. Instead, we got, well, this: That dictators are weird, eccentric, and have mental and daddy issues, which I don't need to pay an HBO subscription to tell me that when I can just turn on the evening news. Given the mixed critical reviews and lackluster buzz, I don't see this getting a season two, but if it does, there needs to be some major rewrites to the plot, script, characters, etc.
That is essentially this show in a nutshell. No depth, no world building, no action, or any kind of characters interesting to watch or care about. It's just been all and mostly Kate Winslet with a bad Margaret Thatcher accent, her character a concoction of cliches based on current and past dictators and former Soviet rituals. And while it was initially entertaining to watch, it got old and tiresome really quickly. Matthias Schoenaerts's character would've made for an interesting Rasputin if they had stayed on that path. Instead, they abruptly pivoted him in an another direction that makes no sense. Andrea Riseborough and Guillaume Gallienne are underused and wasted.
They dived too deep into the abstract and weird that it feels detached and not really that funny, just boring to watch. It's like they've come to the kitchen with great ingredients as far as a good cast, production values, and etc, but then they didn't know what to do with them, and the dish they've made just ends up tasting of very little.
I was expecting a Death of Stalin/In the Loop/The Thick of It. Instead, we got, well, this: That dictators are weird, eccentric, and have mental and daddy issues, which I don't need to pay an HBO subscription to tell me that when I can just turn on the evening news. Given the mixed critical reviews and lackluster buzz, I don't see this getting a season two, but if it does, there needs to be some major rewrites to the plot, script, characters, etc.
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