There is much to be commanded in this very European series: quality acting and credible characters, a restrained but evocative take on serial murders, elegant shots of city life, a slow and competent build of fantastic ambience, or the juxtaposition of social classes (for which French and Belgian cinema are rightly celebrated). Unfortunately, while it starts pretty strong, around halfway through everything goes pear-shaped: with some pretty laughable and gratuitous depiction of the 'anarchist underground', or a lot of slow and increasingly self-involved dialogues, failing to either bring density to the characters or to advance the plot. The finale is both entirely predictable and yet barely coherent, driven by a whole gamut of coincidences, and a disappointing villain. All in all the sleek production and minimalistic treatment of the first half promised much, which the second half very much failed to deliver. As with many recent series, a shorter format would have probably helped tighten the script.
Review of Moloch
