"The", based on the series of novels by Caroline Capens, began its journey on Netflix as a kind of excellent American suspense drama.
It had it all: opal, suspense, romance and atmosphere.
It was delightful and refreshing to watch their sweet and charismatic librarian do so much respect for books and so little respect for human life.
Joe Goldberg is the sweetest killer we would like to be his friends.
The cute killer, with boring and non-threatening work, who really does not want us to get into trouble with all the parts of the person he must melt or bury, because tomorrow he has a shift.
Joe is us.
He's just frustrated that things are not going his way.
He has no bad intentions.
Just someone sometimes has to do the black work and Joe, as you know, has a high work ethic.
He will be kidnapped, imprisoned, soiled and dismembered, go up from the basement to the bookstore with a smile and also find us something good to read.
Is a reminder of the lazy monster that lives within us.
After all, who among us has not sometimes thought of murdering and dissecting someone?
It happens to everyone, only that Joe is responsible enough to get up and deal with the problem ahead of time.
We are already used to it.
"You", Photo: Netflix
The genius in "The" was that the violence, the mutilated corpses and the amounts of blood passed through a screen and did not weigh on the eye.
The creators of the series have just reached the brink of the viewers' inclusion.
If death is unnecessary and the killer is the villain, we are not able to bear it, but when the killer is a little we it is already sympathetic, graceful violence, and for the whole family.
The "The" bloodbath is a feast for the eyes.
Although the bodies go through a meat grinder or butcher knife, they are as elegant as in a fashion show, the kind of fun to watch on TV.
Death is justified in the name of love.
But despite the endless grace, the originality disappears from season to season.
The second season tried to kindly recycle the genius of the first season, but the surprise effect we had from the first was completely lost.
The same Joe, only this time called Will Bettelheim, the same Beck, only this time she is Father Quinn, and the same excessive fondness for long conversations and deliberations among himself, graceful loneliness and love of surveillance, kidnappings and creative solutions to disappear human parts.
Trailer: "The" Season 3. Courtesy of Netflix
In the third season the situation only gets worse.
Joe is growing up, he is already a father immersed in the suburbs, he is trying his best to mow the lawn and change diapers, he is willing to do just about anything to get away from the temptations.
On the face of it he initially broadcasts that his motivation for surveillance and suffocation is in retreat, but very soon the deserving will arrive for which he will have no choice but to decapitate a few heads (only the one who needs of course, the one who really deserves it).
Maybe the stunt just repeats itself.
We saw one body in a black bag - we saw them all.
We have long since discovered that anyone who dislikes it will pay for it with their lives.
The tension in the first season drained to the point that we did not know what would happen to the annoying flies in his life.
But after two seasons it just no longer works on us.
It is impossible to see magic twice, let alone the third time.
And even the gimmick in the form of a guest appearance by Ayelet Zorrer fails to make us lift our heads from the backrest with a look of surprise, with all due respect to national pride.
Can't lift.
Ayelet Zorer in "The", Photo: Netflix
The season ends with the promise that the fourth is already on the way (and the series was indeed renewed on Netflix for a season that felt perished even before we managed to imprison another person in the Crystal Cage), but unless we get a serious twist in the plot, all magic seems to have been removed in the first season.
Sorry Joe, it's not you.
Continue in your dedicated and important work.
We are with you, just no longer feel the need to report to us in long monologues between you and yourself about all the people who upset you.
We also have these and unfortunately we do not have enough motivation and free time to bury them all.
