Patricia Highsmith invented an absolutely disturbing, amoral, hustler, capable of killing without the slightest remorse when he feels cornered. He was embodied in the cinema by actors as diverse as Delon, a fast-paced and drug-addicted Dennis Hopper, the always convincing Matt Damon and the sinuous and sophisticated John Malkovich.
And Ripley returns in a bold bet by Netflix, that certificate of mediocrity and clonism to popular taste, but which also allows itself the luxury of financing quality products. I look at this series with aesthetic admiration. But I have a problem. I can't stand Ripley or most of her companions. And there are things incredibly clumsy about how Ripley solves her crimes. I am very glad that this series was made and its adventurous characteristics, but I wouldn't see it again, it wouldn't be in my film library. And let me hit you with Caravaggio, murderer, genius, master of light, so you understand Ripley's mental complexity.