Oh, Kenneth Branagh, the shame, the scenery chewing. How dissapointed I was when your vehicle remake of an apparently wonderful Swedish detective series turned out to suck.
Granted, my steady diet of Foyle's War has made the prospect of hammy, mousey cryiey complaining in loo of detective work a repulsion to begin with. But was all summed up by one phrase:
Gilding the lily.
All the shots, all the hair, all the costumes, all the plot twists, all were overdoing what was already done. Perhaps they knew they were already redoing a series that was loved and successful. I shudder to think what will result in David Fincher's upcoming similarity.
Suffice it to say this: Kenneth Branagh had a terrible time mugging for this pilot. So did I.
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