La casa de las miniaturas

In The Miniaturist, a young woman marries a stranger and finds herself living in a mansion full of mysteries. After her new husband gives her a doll house, a creator of miniatures begins supplying her with prescient gifts for the house.

Looking like a Vermeer painting, full of mystery and portent, gorgeously filmed, with a beautiful sense of period, I loved the first half of this two-parter.

As the series moved into a second half in which the lack of character development became more noticeable, with main characters unexplored and some at-first intriguing characters fading from view, I became less enamored, although the story and style were still compelling.

The greatest disappointment was in the title character. My issue was less the explanation, which was underwhelming yet was a satisfactory reversal of direction, but in the complete lack of explanatory motive that made the core of the series seem like a cheap narrative device.

With no narrative or emotional core, The Miniaturist is a beautiful but hollow experience.

The cast is good and I enjoyed this for the most part, but when it was all over I just had a "that's it?" feeling.

I can't really recommend or not recommend it. It should have been better but overall it's still generally pretty good.