Netflix Mini-series Review #4965: The Defeated
If you’re looking for something to relieve the tedium of Lockdown IV, look no further than this Netflix original set in Berlin in the aftermath of WWII.
An American cop is inserted into a German police department to help restore law and order to a city dissected into American, Russian, British and French sectors, each with their own agendas and share of oligarchs jockeying for power and to benefit from get-rich-quick schemes.
Lotsa plots and subplots but the main target is a German doctor who recruits needy women to carry out his dirty work, and against whom our American friend teams up with a local German police chief to bring to justice.
Gritty and tense, the portrayal of a city not only defeated but broken to its last is overt, and the despair of its inhabitants brought to the fore. The finale has more than its share of twists and turns, and not all the bad guys get their comeuppance, leaving the door open for a second season, which in the eyes of this reviewer would be welcomed.
Well thought out and executed, I reckon this is a solid:
I'm a movie nut from way back with my first ever being The Hallelujah Trail from 1964. Ever since, I've been mesmerized by the giant screen, and the darkness that went on forever. Despite the infernally uncomfortable seats, (plus having to stand for God Save the Queen), I've been enticed ever since to duck into a theatre whenever I can for a few hours of escapism.