There are some fantastic Arabic shows, films and series from countries as diverse as Egypt, Morocco and Syria. I've never seen a Kuwaiti series before and on the evidence of this one, I shan't hurry to watch another one. Part of the problem is societal and pertains to local morality. Even husbands and wives don't kiss each other and barely touch. People in love, even if they're about to get married have to keep more than a yard away from each other on the screen. Dialogue is stilted and loquacious at the same time. Nothing rings true or is passionate.
The whole plot was risible. There's no way Bader would even have been arrested let alone remanded for the murder even in a system as averse to justice as Kuwait's; there was no evidence at all against him. And even if there had been evidence, as the captain of the leading local football club, the proof would have disappeared.
The "twist" that others have referred to was signalled a mile off and obvious as early as episode four. And, as a machiavellian sequence of events it was simply looby. It just wasn't credible that a jilting set all these wheels in motion.
The very final scene mirrored the first. But why? Captain Youssef was on the way, tipped off by the doughty reporter Houda. In between these incidents, the storyline meandered aimlessly, each zigzag less believable than the last.
Just a glancing thought, doesn't Bader look like a younger Kazem Al Saher?
