SummaryThe disappearance of one of the daughters of surgeon Tom Delaney (Michael C. Hall) leads him to the discover dark secrets about the people around him in this drama series created by Harlan Coben.
SummaryThe disappearance of one of the daughters of surgeon Tom Delaney (Michael C. Hall) leads him to the discover dark secrets about the people around him in this drama series created by Harlan Coben.
With committed performances (some of which are clearly aware of the ludicrous story they’re in) and a brisk pace, Safe earns its status as a soapy pleasure and should entertain Netflix viewers craving engaging distraction.
Safe is one of those series, like HBO’s “Big Little Lies,” that focuses on the lives of the beautiful and the well-to-do. It doesn’t suggest the rich are just like us. It suggests they are even more miserable, and in the case of Safe, probably quite monstrous. That’s a story that translates just about everywhere, apparently.
A bit like an adult version of "13 Reasons Why". Some twists and turns make little sense, and a bit soap opry, but the pace is so fast it's compelling.
I dunno why people are crusty with this one. I made an account to review this show. I loved Broadchurch, this show has a little in common but either then that it it’s own twisted story with six degrees of separation. The show pulled me in and reminded me of how people are so connected in their own creepy/mysterious ways. It’s basically one man figuring out how shadowed his life was to this reality going on around him. Now why it’s not a 10.. There is one group of actors I can’t stand but they are supposed to be stupid and you calling them stupid does get acknowledged as the show goes on. It is a great series.
Safe stays largely on the surface, as each of the parties chases down the next piece of evidence. Hall is fine, as the script moves him around the chessboard feverishly.
"Safe" takes itself a bit too seriously now and then ... But overall, it tends to avoid the sloppy, meandering tendencies of its more prestige-driven TV brethren. It’s a highly watchable, semi-pulpy serial loaded with reveals, clues and cliffhangers, and the core cast is generally quite good.
It's not overwhelmingly shocking, perceptive or funny. What keeps it watchable is the sense of unease or maybe inconsistency. Hall's performance is slightly off.
While things fall apart a bit in the final two episodes, there is a lot to like in this crime drama. A touch of black humor sets this apart from the more typical grim murder investigation. The sub-plots range from underdeveloped to delightfully nonsensical. The surgeons never go to work, and appear to skip an important operation when a fresh clue pops up. Still, it is a quality cast well-equipped to juggle the rare mix of compelling, preposterous and unexpected. Everyone has a secret or two, and many viewers will suspend some disbelief to enjoy the ride. While far from perfect, this is quite entertaining. Give this a chance and you may well be pleasantly surprised and decidedly hooked.
Murder plot mixed with the lives and intricacies of a British gated community. While interesting at times, it's more often frustrating. Entire plotlines are contingent on someone's inability to tell the truth. Hall spends half his time with his mouth looking like D:
It is mediocre. Just that. The acting is quite subpar and the scenario seems both stretched and forced. All the side characters seem to constantly be making very questionable choices and unjustifiable actions and most of them are extremely unlikeable. It is a series that would probably go completely unnoticed if Dexter was not the one carrying it.
Middle-class British-style murder mystery meets Netflix. Result, another "Netflix Original" dud. Unlike similar BBC or Channel 4 equivalents, the production quality is really sub-par. The characters are stretched to such simplistic extremes that the show feels more like a farce than an attempt at psychological realism (as was the case with Dexter). Therefore any delight we had in delving into the recesses of the pathologically criminal mind of, say, a Dexter or a Hannibal is totally negated here. Michael C. Hall is obviously in there for the dough, I mean the quids, sorry.
Dexter revient…! en Angleterre cette fois ! il va tout nettoyer, tout emballer dans des sacs, Dexter le roi de l’emballage… non, je déconne, c’est juste Michael C. Hall qui revient dans une nouvelle série… évidemment policière. Mais il joue un gentil père de famille surmené qui cherche sa fille disparue (une ado qui fait chier, du classique).
Hélas, bien que ça ne fasse que 8 épisodes, ça ne maintient l’intérêt ou à défaut la curiosité que pendant 2 ou 3 épisodes (environ), la faute à un scénar de scénariste surmené (mais je crois qu’ils s’y sont mis à plusieurs) qui muliplie les rebondissements bidonnés et les révélations douteuses dont on doute fortement…
On reste là, incrédule, devant tant de… disons-le, de conneries qui sortent du chapeau et plus on avance, plus le tissu de conneries devient épais. Si seulement, on pouvait en rire peut-être (après avoir bu de grosses quantités, qui sait…) mais même pas…
D’autant que ça vire souvent au gros pathos à deux balles (en solde) avec bien sûr les clichés qui vont avec… Si la réalisation reste de bon aloi, si Michael s’en sort plutôt bien (c’est difficile de sortir du rôle d’un Dexter, évidemment…), le reste de la distribution est à la masse quand même et on ne va pas au bout de la série qui nous prend décidément un peu trop pour des jambons. Ou des cons.
Certes, ça peut plaire éventuellement à la ménagère de moins de 50 ans mais même elle, je ne crois pas qu’elle arrive à suivre ou qu’elle ne se lasse pas de cet imbroglio de Cluedo à la con !