‘The Fall’ Season 2 Tumbles Into Whateverness

I’m going to try and not be a buzzkill about The Fall season 2. I do think it’s worth watching. Just don’t get all wound up and expect it to be AMAZING. Cause it’s not. But it’s not bad either. It’s got the prerequisite number of stars for whateverness. This is the new trend in streaming. The new 4-star Netflix rating is the former 3-star rating we all come to associate with “It’s aight.”

Turns out the abyss is not that deep

Turns out the abyss is not that deep

I’ll never know if I’m right but I’m guessing that Netflix and Allan Cubitt had a good thing and then blew it. There seems to be a lot of backstory that could have come forward to make The Fall – what is essentially long Twilight-like shots of Gillian Anderson and as many near-naked shots of Jamie Dornan – at least logical.

The inconsistencies, the distractions, the gaping plot points…still, The Fall isn’t terrible by any stretch. It’s just another example of how a good show can’t sustain itself.

If producers thought that relying upon Anderson’s star power – with diehard Scully fanboys who lept across the pond with her in the 2000s – and Jamie Dornan’s imminent skyrocket to fame with the upcoming Fifty Shades of Grey, they might have overshot that notion.

Without the shadow of Mulder

Without the shadow of Mulder

They may have shot a ton of compelling material in season 2 but are we are left with is a whole of “huh?” when it comes right down to the nitty gritty of the plotlines. I don’t mind a messy ending but it has to make some semblance of sense.

Mostly, characters don’t behave consistently. Either the actors were supplied with too much or conflicting information. Motives and actions changes midway through the season and The Fall becomes a free fall into murk.

And it’s not okay to be subpar in the wake of The Fuck Was That True Dectective. If you want to have dark serial killers and troubled investigators, you’re going to have to dig a little deeper and make sure that ends up on screen.

Still, the cast manages to hang in there. John Lynch, Bronagh Waugh, Aisling Franciosi and Niamh McGrady prove that Ireland doesn’t need to import their talent. I do enjoy Archie Panjabi and she blends well into the assemble. My biggest issue is with Anderson.

I’m happy that she made the move away from the LA scene to pursue more opportunities in Great Britain and beyond. I just don’t think she adds much many times. Here, she comes off as a stunted nearly catatonic loner with a fairly awful British accent. Oddly enough, I don’t hate her but I think they could have found a better actor for the job. I guess I feel like meh about it.

I give it 2 real stars.

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