SummaryBookstore manager Joe Goldberg (Penn Badgley) becomes obsessed with an aspiring writer (Elizabeth Lail) in this psychological thriller based on the Caroline Kepnes novel of the same name.
SummaryBookstore manager Joe Goldberg (Penn Badgley) becomes obsessed with an aspiring writer (Elizabeth Lail) in this psychological thriller based on the Caroline Kepnes novel of the same name.
While the first half of season four vacillated between bad, good and so-bad-it’s-good with aplomb, the second broadens the spectrum from astonishingly terrible to utterly brilliant. ... You succeeds because its flaws are so enjoyable.
Scary and soapy and funny and tense, YOU is a lot like social media itself: perhaps not the most edifying way to spend your time, but very, very hard to quit.
This show has a repetitive formula and I don't care. I'm a **** for internal dialogue and Joe gives plenty of that with the stupidest conversations in his head. Even with the formula, every season feels very different.
Throw in more revelations about Joe’s childhood, a side storyline (that we won’t reveal here) that could have been copied from recent newspaper headlines, and this season of You quickly becomes a binge-watching treat.
Like its lead character, You is pure trash — but just like Joe, the show is also smart enough to adopt new disguises, letting it continue to thrive. It's fun, throwaway entertainment designed for binging.
The narrative bulk of the series is relayed through Joe’s internal monologues (another stalker trope) but I will says this: the series, while at turns cheesy and predictable, is also watchable.
Show only continuous due to Joe being the luckiest murder on the planet. Of course, you can suspend belief but this show has frequent events that would be solved by so many of the people calling 911. The show just ends up frustrating me as I sit there seeing characters portrayed as having average intelligent people behaving like people who have never heard of a phone.
Netflix greatly overestimates how "dangerously charming" Joe is. To anyone over 18, he's not charming. He's creepy. Anyone who's dated more than two or three people wouldn't be able to take the show seriously.
The actor they cast in the lead role is too short and dweeby to pull off the kind of character they wrote for him, but it comes off as even more comical because the woman they got to play his obsession would have already dated a million obsessive psychopaths by the time she ran into him. She's ten times out of his league, would have already seen all the blazing red flags before, and would have said yes to a restraining order before a date with him. And the idea he could have bedded these women is also laughable. Unless he was a rich actor of course.
It's a good premise, but with a horribly miscast 5'9" dorky actor hitting on women 10 times out of his league, the whole show seems silly.
Dios santo, cuanta basura junta. No le doy un 1 porque por lo menos es palomitera y vale la pena verla un rato para burlarse de lo penosa que es a ratos. Es otra telenovela de papá Netflix, totalmente olvidable.