Obsessed with the disappearance of a 12-year-old pregnant girl near a freezing lake in New Zealand, a brave detective will find herself up against small-town secrets and a side of herself that was meticulously kept at bay.
At last, Robin has a positive identification of the unfortunate China Girl, in the background of a bitter, still, head-to-head clash between kith and kin and an unbearably insatiable thirsting for a ...
A seemingly cold but very passionate policewoman goes head to head with a seemingly passionate father who is in fact a cold serialist in this procedural out of Belfast. The only thing they share is their common complexity.
In New Zealand's rugged and mountainous South Island, Tui Mitcham, a 12-year-old pregnant girl, has been missing in a vast area near a lake with glacial waters. She is already five months pregnant, moreover, she keeps the father's name to herself. For this reason, Sydney's brave, yet inexperienced Detective Robin Griffin who specialises in crimes against minors comes to her rescue, returning reluctantly back to her hometown and her well-hidden past. Inevitably, this alarming and mysterious case of disappearance will bring the determined detective up against long-lost acquaintances, and eventually, innocent Tui's uninvolved father Matt who has earned quite an unholy reputation in the region. In the end, as Robin gets gradually obsessed with solving the obscure case, her investigation will shortly lead her to a recovery camp led by the enigmatic sexagenarian silver-haired guru GJ, and a side of herself, that up until now, was meticulously kept at bay. Written by
Storyline is haphazard - you feel very little empathy for the supposed victim at the centre of the story and those around her. There's no suspense or any real cliffhangers Even Robin's story left me feeling meh by the end.
Characters are very roughly and lazily drawn. Either crude stereotypical male chauvinistic numpties at the Police HQ; the wimpy new age man who's so afraid he doesn't react when a woman is physically assaulted or when his daughter hurls abuse in the form of some ridiculously written dialogue at everyone except her supposedly 'scary' bf - who's as scary as the skin on a rice pudding - but then, he is called 'Puss(y)' - he's not the brilliant and riveting Peter Mullan from S1, by any means. David Wenham's Al makes a return in this and he portrays more menace from a wheelchair than he ever does. Nicole Kidman's acting ability and star quality are totally wasted by making her into an embittered, crazy latent middle-aged lesbian, which feels absolutely forced and disingenuous towards the audience.
If you want to see Elisabeth Moss on form go watch S1 of this or The Handmaid's Tale, this isn't her finest.
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