SummarySet in 1982, a murder of a girl who met a man (Ed Westwick) on the Sunset Strip brings together amateur journalist Karen McClaren (Taissa Farmiga) and Los Angeles detectives Jack Roth (Jeremy Sisto) and Paco Contreras (Gabriel Luna) as they seek the killer.
SummarySet in 1982, a murder of a girl who met a man (Ed Westwick) on the Sunset Strip brings together amateur journalist Karen McClaren (Taissa Farmiga) and Los Angeles detectives Jack Roth (Jeremy Sisto) and Paco Contreras (Gabriel Luna) as they seek the killer.
The show's intricate plotting and its complex female characters—the desperately ambitious McClaren, the angel-faced, black-hearted Beaumontaine—make it fascinating despite its flaws.
I loved the music, the story, the characters, everything. I think it was a good ending for this tv series. It kinda reminded me of Stalker, Aquarius and a little bit of Vinyl.
Love this show. Love the 80'feel and the way the show gives us the view from the police and the killers view. I hope it does not get cancelled! Hate when that happens!
There are potential bright spots in how creator Steven Baigelman will handle the murderous partnership of Kent and Betty in the next nine episodes, but the show’s inept edginess and dull tone resoundingly guarantee that it won’t exactly be worthwhile.
Despite noticeable efforts to play Kent and Betty as wounded, troubled people with murderously kinky bedroom predilections, Westwick and Christensen’s stunted, one-note characters seem better suited as reenactments on an Investigation Discovery true-crime program than a prime-time series.
It's a profoundly unnecessary, formally cloddish collection of grating cop-show cliches, antiseptically scuzzy nihilism, and just stupid, stupid stupidity, wrapped in cheap, loud nostalgia for the L.A. of the hair-metal '80s. [30 Oct 2015, p.58]
Algo bem positivo que me chamou atenção no Piloto é o fato de a série não ter pressa alguma, mesmo nesse primeiro episódio, para desenvolver sua trama. Ao contrário da maioria, não joga informações excessivas para ir juntando durante a temporada. A sensação que passa é que está tudo já planejado, com começo, meio e fim, e, pelo menos quanto a isso, não precisamos nos preocupar.
If Miami Vice (TV series) & Natural Born Killers were to make a TV series baby this would be it. A wants-to-be-edgy cop vs killer(s) show surrounded by nostalgic 80's and prior pop music. I'm on the fence based on the first episode but will stick with it to see where it leads. Hopefully the Billy Idol tracks become less frequent.
I was kind of looking forward to this show but the first episode did not impress. The dialogue was kind of dumb and the actors didn't really look comfortable delivering it (a sure sign of crappy direction). I'm going to hold off final verdict until I see a couple of more episodes (if it lasts that long). I did enjoy all the '80s music in the background although the fake Billy Idol performance was a bit hokey.
This is a wholly unnecessary show. It's set in the early 1980s for some reason, and focuses on cops hunting a serial killer while said killer stalks victims and finds a partner in crime. This feels like something of a reach, especially on network TV with its constraints. The show wants to be edgy but it can't accomplish that in this format. Instead, the performances seem strange and the story and characters are gross. This isn't the kind of show that's going to solidify the 10 p.m. spot on Tuesdays for ABC.
Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy. You've appeared in some great TV series, such as the ground-breaking "Six Feet Under," the classic "Law and Order, and the mishandled "Kidnapped." You even played detectives in two of those shows! So what are you doing in this stinker? Did you read the full script or quit after the naked shower scene with Karolina Wydra? How could you miss the giant swarm of hard-boiled detective cliches? The outlandish coincidences masquerading as plot? The unsurprising surprises? I can't believe you signed up for scenes like this one:
You and your partner are looking for a murderer who decapitates women. You trick him into communicating with you. Your trick is stupid and illegal, but people were a lot dumber in the 80s, not to mention high on cocaine, so it works. The murderer telex-invites you to an old crime scene, where he leaves a head-sized box on a table. What on earth could be in the box? The scary music starts up. The tom-toms of anticipation pound, as you stroke your vintage Don Johnson stubble reflectively. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE IN THAT HEAD-SIZED BOX?!?!?! (To avoid a spoiler, I won't answer the question.)
So, Jeremy, I'm afraid you'll have to resign your membership in the Cool, Edgy Guy Club. Yeah, I know: you thought a series named "Wicked City" might make you president, but here's a tip: if a show needs a wicked name, chances are the script is a little shy on actual wickedness. Next time, read the script. All of it.