A fantastic, layered, chilling performance from Paul Walter Hauser, humanizing a despicable monster to the point where for a moment, I’d almost empathize with him. Taron Egerton felt a bit stiff in the first two episodes playing a former drug dealer serving a 10 year sentence, but once the show put him in the same place as Hauser’s Larry Hall, this thing was firing on all cylinders.
I was wholly engrossed in watching the attempts to get inside the mind of a serial killing, serial lying soft spoken mentally handicapped creepazoid with fetishes for civil war reenactments and murdering teenage girls.
Sometimes the show felt like it was trying too hard to add drama rather than letting the drama tell itself. I didn’t need so much crosscutting timelines. And while I understand what they were trying to do with some of the interludes of the victims in slow motion dramatic framing, at the beach or narrating their diary, it felt a bit cheesy and would sometimes take me out of the moment.
But then I’d see Paul Walter Hauser and be drawn right back in. What an incredible horrifying yet humanizing performance. This one was worth the watch.
A fantastic, layered, chilling performance from Paul Walter Hauser, humanizing a despicable monster to the point where for a moment, I’d almost empathize with him. Taron Egerton felt a bit stiff in the first two episodes playing a former drug dealer serving a 10 year sentence, but once the show put him in the same place as Hauser’s Larry Hall, this thing was firing on all cylinders.
I was wholly engrossed in watching the attempts to get inside the mind of a serial killing, serial lying soft spoken mentally handicapped creepazoid with fetishes for civil war reenactments and murdering teenage girls.
Sometimes the show felt like it was trying too hard to add drama rather than letting the drama tell itself. I didn’t need so much crosscutting timelines. And while I understand what they were trying to do with some of the interludes of the victims in slow motion dramatic framing, at the beach or narrating their diary, it felt a bit cheesy and would sometimes take me out of the moment.
But then I’d see Paul Walter Hauser and be drawn right back in. What an incredible horrifying yet humanizing performance. This one was worth the watch.
