For the past three days I’ve binged watched all three season of this show and after just minutes coming off the last episode I have to say that this show’s writers truly belong in hell.
There are plot lines that are lazily wrapped up, and too many instances of characters making confoundingly stupid choices. Like, to the level of me face-palming and going, “Why, why? That’s so fucking stupid, why would you do that?”
And I wouldn’t be so annoyed if it weren’t for the fact there are parts of this show that really work well. Amazing sets and constumes, beautiful lighting and camera-work, and this heavy-handed orchestral score that fits perfectly with the show’s themes of love, sin, and forgiveness. Of self-discovery and self-actualization. Of family, friendship and loyalty. And classic Victorian horror.
Of course, I can neither forget Eva Green’s transfixing work here as Vanessa Ives; she’s manic, but regal; steely-eyed, but vulnerable; sensuous, but devout. Literally, the only thing that kept me clicking “next episode” was Eva Green and her praiseworthy antics as the richly characterized Miss Ives.
But, man, this show has a shitty, shitty ending. Like, on the same level as Battlestar Galactica kind of shitty. Ugh. Seriously, how fucking lazy did these writers get?