Alejandro Amenabar pulled me into Spanish cinema with his amazing storytelling and writing, which his equally awesome senior Pedro Almodovar couldn't do for me due to genre choice. So, the premise of a Spanish show about kick-ass whores being hunted by incredibly handsome pimps, wrapped in a sexy (more like porn, actually) atmosphere, really excites me.
And to my delight, the first season delivers! There are a few loose knittings that could be tighten, like how fast the guy recovers and how on Earth a skinny anxiety ridden junkie could run without stopping for what seems like 8 hours or so. Still, all around performance is good, writing is good (lots of heart and thought provoking messages are not shoved down our throat,) storytelling is good, those earn this show a 7 for me, with the beautiful faces all over the show (it's a bit hard to find ugly faces here) and the porn visual wrapping push it even further to a solid 8! I couldn't wait to watch the second season!
And here's where everything goes downhill. I hate story stretching. I hate template tracing. I know it's an industry, but it's not manufacturing industry, it's art industry, so creativity is an obligation here, not template.
Sadly, that's what they're going for. The three guys should have easily been corpses by the first episode and the girls move on to new story arcs and new exciting adventure. I mean, literally, the chances are solidly set up by the end of the first season. But instead, they use the successful template and make the second season an exact copy of the first. One girl is badly wounded, one is still an idiotic junkie, and they are hunted by the same three guys.
So, yeah, thank you for the excellent first season, but no, thanks.
