I’m in mourning, devasted.
I’ve seen all 20 episodes of Netflix’s Vincenzo.
I didn’t expect to become addicted to this tongue-in-cheek mafia-inspired drama. While Vincenzo starts off with a bang…
It devolves into silly secondary plotlines and odd-ball characters eking out a living in Geumga Plaza. Comic relief? Maybe, but I didn’t find them funny.
I was ready to give up on Vincenzo about four episodes in, but perving on a good looking actor isn’t a bad way to kill thirty minutes on the treadmill.
Murder and mayhem. White-collar criminals with blood on their hands. Corporate greed and political corruption. Betrayal and Mafia-style revenge.
As episode built on episode, I started to appreciate the style of the show, the differences between this Korean crime story and the American versions I’m more familiar with.
Two words: dramatic, romantic.
Sweeping shots and grand entrances. Slow motion and a gazillion close ups. The lead actors, Song Joong-ki and Jeon Yeo-been, dressed to kill in great suits and designer sunglasses beat the hell out of Tony Soprano in his bathrobe, chomping on a cigar.
A relationship builds between the two leads, and builds, and builds—and no one gets naked. Cue the close ups and the lingering glances. Vincenzo and Hong Cha-yeong don’t share a meaningful embrace until the final episode…
How am I going to climb on the treadmill tomorrow without this show to make the effort slightly more appealing?