Thirteen

If you've been locked up in a basement against your will for thirteen years, you're not going to move right backstreet boys humming in your Oilily pants to New York after your release. Jesus, how disproportionate I hate that Kimmy Schmidt. If you've been hidden from society for more than thirteen years, you've picked up some issues left and right. Logical. Trust in humanity will not be quite what it once was. Men are no longer objects of lust (yes, let's call that now, ladies), but incalculable predators that can strike at any moment. Your family has continued to live in your absence, as best they could, and you just have to fit yourself back into it. That in itself is all tough enough, but if your kidnapper is also walking around freely and has immediately made a new victim, it will be almost an impossible task. Thirteen is quite okay. To do. Not even that bad. Thirteen is nice, but certainly not The Fall. Just to mention a really nice road viewer from British soil. It is such a series in which you conclude afterwards that watching it took little effort, but that with a little good will there would have been significantly more in it. For example, the protagonists are not very memorable. Detective Elliott and his neatly styled beard are still trying to make something out of it, but the rest of the cast would walk past you in the calf street tomorrow. Of course not everyone has to be as outspoken as Saga, Kramer, Schmidt (Cece's) or Crazy Eyes, but it is nice if the character of the main character leaves something of an impression. The opposite is true. Ivy is one of those you introduce yourself to three times at a party. Not because you're bad at faces, but because she has the charisma of the average houseplant. Unfortunately. The story is also fairly straightforward. Few monkeys up their sleeve, rabbits out of the hat and almost nothing comes out of the blue for five episodes. Thirteen thus joins the list of Unforgotten, What Remains and Chasing Shadows. You probably didn't watch it and that's nothing to be ashamed of.

Good series