It started so well and the jam they are in certainly has its enthralling moments initially but the series soon ran out of ideas, each successive sticky situation more risible and repetitive. Though the characters remain credible, their incessant switching allegiances started to grind my gears, and so too did Laura Linney’s Lady Macbeth impersonation; probably the most embarrassing I’ve seen, I’ve been more terrified of an unflushed shite in a KFC.
There isn’t really anyone worth caring about, especially as they all get increasingly Walter White. Unlike Breaking Bad, this, aside from a bit of Harris Yulin banter, is bereft of humour of any kind.
The most vexing: the characters’ addiction to addressing one another by name EVERY FUCKING SENTENCE.
“Listen, Marty.”
“I am listening, Wendy.”
“I don’t think you are, Marty.”
No one speaks like this.
Like the later seasons of House of Cards (US), I lost interest in everything so committed the Wikipedia thing.
No regrets.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 