What a series. They have actually made
a terrorist a sympathetic character. Damian Lewis is so tortured in
every which way that you come to the point where you think, Man, dude
needs a break – as long as it's not his neck, as the saying goes.
You can't tell what's real and what's
fake; love, sex, sympathy, nothing is as it seems. (Come to think of it, this could be a reality show.)
Adding Rupert Friend to the mix has
been especially smart. Great actor, easy on the eye and seems so on
edge that you're wondering where the next explosion is going to come
from, and we don't mean in the way of bombs.
There's only one person whom I want to
bitch-slap and that's the daughter. Good God. To say she's more
annoying than Carrie says it all. Whiny, naive, demanding, I'm
groaning every time she comes onscreen.
Yup, you just can't escape the fact that
these characters seem so real you react to them with the same
changing empathies you feel towards people in real life.
I'm hooked.
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