You have to wonder how a large group of professionals can understand the minutiae of their craft from the perspective of production and presentation while displaying less than a chimpanzee's understanding of plot, logic, suspension of disbelief, motivation (and the list goes on.) It isn't just that they force their characters to miss the obvious, as others have pointed out, like the flowers in the vase ( "I'm also not a mean-spirited arsehole like you, so I will smile and make small talk with the pretty nurse etc. etc.")
For people who live their lives bathed in intrigue, they appear to be clueless about almost everything around them. A mole? a mole? we have a mole? HOW?And then there are the 'plot drivers' (tongue firmly in cheek.) If the plague hit 'prime' in 93ish, a few decades after the portal opened, then by DEFINITION both worlds would be affected because influenza is infectious long before its symptoms, and, in fact, stops being infectious once symptoms appear. And, clearly, if it has passed, that's only because the rest of our immune systems have defended us - making dystopian paranoia pointless.
Forget it - I won't continue listing the idiocies. Resentment is fabricated, motivations are absurd, scenes are set for their tactical dramatic value without any real context.
Like so much material in the 21st Century, they thought they had a cute concept without ever thinking it through. I agree with so many of these negative reviews that harp on how slow it is; slow tempos are the Barnum & Bailey version of gravitas (and why people crave the latter always escapes me,) or the cynical screenwriter's way of stretching 8 minutes of plot into an entire episode.
I think they must be college-educated simpletons who buried themselves in Pope, Donne and Milton (and not Derrida, Eagleton, Lacan and Kristeva) eager to use not-so-distant, not-so-difficult metaphor to explain the meaning of self; they seem to have succeeded only in shining a light on how clueless they are about people.
For people who live their lives bathed in intrigue, they appear to be clueless about almost everything around them. A mole? a mole? we have a mole? HOW?And then there are the 'plot drivers' (tongue firmly in cheek.) If the plague hit 'prime' in 93ish, a few decades after the portal opened, then by DEFINITION both worlds would be affected because influenza is infectious long before its symptoms, and, in fact, stops being infectious once symptoms appear. And, clearly, if it has passed, that's only because the rest of our immune systems have defended us - making dystopian paranoia pointless.
Forget it - I won't continue listing the idiocies. Resentment is fabricated, motivations are absurd, scenes are set for their tactical dramatic value without any real context.
Like so much material in the 21st Century, they thought they had a cute concept without ever thinking it through. I agree with so many of these negative reviews that harp on how slow it is; slow tempos are the Barnum & Bailey version of gravitas (and why people crave the latter always escapes me,) or the cynical screenwriter's way of stretching 8 minutes of plot into an entire episode.
I think they must be college-educated simpletons who buried themselves in Pope, Donne and Milton (and not Derrida, Eagleton, Lacan and Kristeva) eager to use not-so-distant, not-so-difficult metaphor to explain the meaning of self; they seem to have succeeded only in shining a light on how clueless they are about people.