1. A beautiful young woman has an apartment that faces the street, at street level, with tall windows...and no shades or curtains. And walks around in full view of the street wrapped only in a towel...or having sex with her boyfriend, legs in the air...or sleeping. In the middle of NYC! That is begging for trouble.
2. The lead, Joe, played by Penn Badgley, knows books and how to bind them. He's got the tools and materials. Knows they need to be kept in a safe place with constant temperature and humidity level. So what does he do? When he does have to rebind a book, he rips off the boards and spine and says they don't matter. WRONG! And what does he have to keep those books in? A lucite block in the middle of the basement, where it's wasting valuable space...and has air holes in it! Looks more like a prison for Hannibal Lechter than anything else.
3. A rich asshole in the middle of trying to get his new business started is kidnapped, held in that special book room for days, yet never takes a dump or a piss or have a shower, and his clothes never get rank on him. Nor does anyone come looking for him. Not rich parents. not business partners. Nobody. Then when he's dead, decomposition sets in and his body stinks. Do you know how hideously difficult it is to get that smell out of anything, especially something as fragile as an antiquarian book? But let's just ignore that.
4. Also, the rich asshole is a junkie. Has coke and other drugs in his system. He also has a peanut allergy. Joe kills him by slipping peanuts into his latte, so it looks like he died by accident. His body could be dumped in an alley in the middle of the night, and with those drugs and his medical history, his death would probably be ruled an accident, even with a nasty smack to his head. Instead, just to pump up the suspense, he's wrapped in plastic, put in the back of a car, complications are tossed in just for fun before he's driven out into New Jersey and his body burned...as people are approaching in the middle of the woods. A shitload of idiotic trouble that is not at all necessary and reads more like filler.
And that's just in the first three episodes! Don't get me started on how easy it is, apparently, to get into anyone's home or apartment in a city of security systems out the wazoo...or break into people's phones or laptops, even with passcodes...or not be caught lurking about like a stalker...or have a car smash into a rock hard enough to cause a concussion in the driver but ZERO damage to the car. It's fucking insulting.
I know this thing is based on a book, and I'm halfway tempted to read that thing just to see if the producers and writers hewed closely to it. If so, my obsessiveness about making CK believable...hell, making APoS believable...is overwrought.
It's truly depressing.
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