Did you ever see the 2005 film A History of Violence starring Viggo Mortensen? Oh well I won't spoil anything in particular but I want to tell you that the beginning of that film has an extremely strong similarity to this Netflix series starring Evin Ahmad. What amazes me is that this is Ahmad's first English-speaking role (only because her English is clearly excellent, no obvious Swedish or any other non-English accent, and she is clearly a star in the making). What also amazes me is that even bog-standard backyard Barcelona is sumptuous. The series is light plotwise but everyone and everything looks good even when they are splattered with tastefully arranged blood.
Have you seen the chronically shit 1975 film Scobie Malone? Almost everyone in this film (from Jack Thompson onwards) had appeared in Homicide at some point or another. It has classy moments like Shane Porteous wishing of a middle-aged woman that he could 'nail her tits to a wall' because she 'fries my snags'. Well, anyway, I'm watching it now and it's horrendous, not because it's Australian obvs in fact because I suspect it has the extensive overarching influence of Casey Robinson, who was producer and cowriter on the film and was trying to push it into the US market. Robinson was a US screenwriter (way back to even pre-talkies) who had retired to Australia (according to Wikipedia) but unfortunately not properly retired as he bounced back to ruin this movie. Robinson was one of the writers of Casablanca. This is a sad last hurrah for him. I'm going to suggest everyone else had the chance to redeem themselves in other films thereafter.
Admittedly I'm only 40 minutes in. Maybe it gets incredible later.
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