Levitating bodies, pea-soup dribble, weird kids, jarring jazz-funk interludes, space-time obliteration—bewildering, mind-contorting cash-in hodgepodge, combining the best and worst impulses of Euro-shlock. Best viewed in a drowsy late-night fugue state.
Hard to fault the performances, and it’s generally well-made, but took me forever to finish this one. Just wasn’t compelled to jump to each episode. Tuned out every time the period flashbacks dropped.
I usually love this stuff, so maybe true crime prestige TV fatigue is finally setting in. A leaner package might have helped.