This is probably the worst movie you can watch on Netflix – and yes, it’s at the very top


This is probably the worst movie you can watch on Netflix – and yes, it’s at the very top

Get ready for an unworthy journey that blends crime, eroticism, mystery and chivalrous doses of overhanding.

Get ready for a mind-boggling journey


We live in the golden age of television. Never in history have so many good series and films been produced and created that we can watch them anytime without leaving the couch. We have been overly spoiled and so it is sometimes good to be called to earth.

This is perhaps the only compliment to Fatal Illusions, the latest movie to climb Netflix – led by the beautiful Sex and the City girl Charlotte, actress Kristin Davis. In almost two grueling and grueling hours of film, he has the ability to show us that we shouldn’t take good series and films for granted. The orchard is beautiful and full of good fruit, but watch out for bad apples.

I have to admit: I started the film with a perfect sense of what was in front of me. Unfortunately, many will not have had this luck and were caught in the trap of this sexual thriller with the density of a magazine “Maria”.

A quick search would have been enough for the less clueless viewer to avoid two hours of excruciating pain. The RottenTomatoes ratings aggregator is not mistaken: a rating of 17 percent. In iMDB the scenario is no different: 3.7. There are even those who point out that they created accounts on the website to give it a negative rating.

Can a movie evoke this kind of visceral hatred? If you are prone to a negative answer, anytime you sit down and question your sanity. But let’s go back to the movie. “Fatal Illusions” might even be the exception to the rule, a misunderstood gem despite the negative notes – it’s rare, but it happens.

Written and directed by Ana Elizabeth James – known (?) For directing films like “Destined to Ride” or “Emma’s Chance,” whose notes on iMDB show a worrying pattern – tells the story of Mary Morris, a successful writer who lavishly lives in a mansion, thanks to the proceeds of his thriller saga.

She has not written for years, confesses and prefers to remain in the role of the housewife. Her husband’s sudden financial problem and a millionaire’s suggestion to write a final chapter force Morris to pick up the pen. All in all, the daydreams of the sound editor who insisted on drowning out dialogue with ambient music were overcome – maybe to hide the awful writing? – this is the scenario in which the breathtaking narrative begins.

Morris then faces a delicate dilemma: should he leave his children in the care of a nurse to devote himself exclusively to writing? After several interviews, Grace arrives, a kind of big Lolita with a special way of confusing expression of nervousness with absolute terror.

Her innocence convinces Morris to hire her the way he loves and reluctantly indulge in writing. “You never saw what I look like when I write,” warns her husband. “I’m becoming a different person.”

We don’t quite understand what he meant, but the truth is that Grace and Mary devote the first day of housework together before venturing into some kind of sexual move into the dressing room of a lingerie store. There is the urgency of writing.

The big problem is more than a precise argument with realistic dialogues and a coherent structure. It is that the viewer is never comfortable. Complaints are sometimes a powerful weapon. Not here: Avoid sinking into the sofa in someone else’s shame.

The film is never able to break free from the soap opera style, skim the sexual and mysterious thriller, and ends irretrievably in a delusional and too dizzying ending to: point one, give the story a minimally satisfying ending; Point two: give names like Kristin Davis and Dermot Mulroney an honorable exit.

Will there be an audience for “Fatal Illusions”? Judging by its position at the top of Netflix, maybe. But the truth is, at the end of those two hours, no one is left unscathed: producers, directors, actors, and most importantly, our sanity. Fortunately, we live in the golden age of television and it only takes one click to find a series or movie that will help eliminate the bad taste of “Fatal Illusions”.