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I usually like movies/miniseries that set a tone and then stick with it. But I would call "TWitHAtSFtGitW" (as I like to refer to it) an experiment in mixing tones: a dramatic murder-mystery thriller with an absurdist plot and big twist ending, and simultaneously a very sarcastic dark comedy with plenty of self-deprecating humor from the lead character, Ana, played by Kristen Bell. The supporting cast is really good, too, especially Tom Riley as the handsome yet suspicious neighbor, Mary Holland as Ana's nosey BFF and Cameron Britton as the odd but nevertheless polite family handyman. For the extreme commitment required of the players, especially Kristen, who owns every scene, both figuratively and literally, I give it an extra star: 7/10.

I came for the title, stayed for the cheap thrills, and was amused by the dark side of murder. Well played by Kristen Bell as Anna, the grieving mother under the influence of mind bending medication and cheap red wine. When you are in that state of mind, you tend to gaze out the window and observe others living. But what Anna sees sends her into a whirlwind of paranoia, that takes us for a wild spin of deadly fun and games.

Perfect series for a brain dead night, without insulting your senses, as long as you are in on the gag. And great to see Michael Lehmann (director of my cult favorite, Heathers) back to his dark comedy roots.

This was a confusing watch. Was it a parody, a black comedy or just a really bad thriller. I almost feel as if they intended it to be serious then realised how bad it was and re-edited it as if they intended it to be a parody.

Not sure I believe it, but I am drinking too much....

People who haven't watched popular thriller movies in the last five years won't get it. The Woman in the Window, Girl on a Train, etc. Where one woman solves a mystery, usually a murder. This has it's moments. Guess this just just a those who get it, get it.

The mystery of this mystery is whether it's an actual mystery, a veritable break in the fourth wall. On the one hand, hallucination hypotheses are supported by the ever present handyman. On the other hand, there is a continuing flow of empirical data to support her suspicions. I liked the tease: is this "real" only in her head, or real, period.

Dali-like, you'll find film's title, "The Woman in the House...," the penultimate clue. Is this comedy, horror, mystery or just plain old good drama. Sex on the stairs? Sex on the marble island? Just who is screwing who? Howling dogs? Buried hands? Surreal indeed.

Who did what to whom changes all too quickly. Make sure you have Tylenol for headaches from your head spinning. Make sure you pay attention to all the details in the production design; the continuity supervisor should get an Emmy. Consider buying stock in Corning Ware. Be ready also for scenes directed sweetly or you'll become diabetic, instantly.

When you assume you know, you don't, and when you assume you know, you know what that makes you (and me). Ass commentary aside, you'll love Kristen Bell's march through this panoply of the real, the hallucinated, and the surreal. Kudos to Davidson, Dorf, et al. For leading us down garden paths of a nuanced, albeit cliched, mystery journey. Be careful you don't trip. Don't assume Chastity's guilt assuages any one else's. I did.

Puns abound: be patient with Buell, the omnipresent handyman. He certainly nailed it, holy hand indeed; and he has a hand in every episode. I've never seen a mailbox needing so much attention. Why was a raccoon body found? Elizabeth's gravestone carving: Do we read it as carved, "There's No. '1' in Heaven." Or, as "There's no one in heaven." Real, or surreal, or hallucination? Find more Tylenol.

Pay attention to the casting... Massacre Mike in prison, Buell, the fingerprint technician. Subtle similarities until...

The Woman in the House... series is a palette of nuanced colors; they form cycles of meaning, and recycled nuance. Enjoy being painted confused. Yes, confused is a color, a shade of tan.

Real, satire, surreal or hallucination? Bingo.