Terrible show. If I’d had to tune in once a week to watch that I would have dropped off around episode 4.  And that’s only because I love Christina Ricci.  I spent the entire first episode trying to figure out if Clea Duvall is actually Claire Danes.  Watched the whole 8 episodes and I’m still not sure.

Overall it’s not a bad summation of the mythology surrounding the true story that inspired the show.  The directing is in that fun retro-rock style with extensive slow-motion walk aways and piercing stares.  Gratuitous scenes where she primly arranges her murder victims echos Christina’s early role as Wednesday Addams.  This character just has an overdose of Prozac in the eyes.  The woman in power dynamic and hiding in plain sight make her a lovable anti-heroin.

At some point, the writers ran out of true story material and by then they’ve pretty much killed off anyone with a speaking role.  That’s when things start stretching.  By episode 8 it’s clear they simply had no material to continue to series with.  That said, I love the poetic justice spelled out in the final scene.  Befitting of Greek tragedy if you ask me.