Despite a premise brimming with emotional potential - a suburban psychologist and her patients wrestling with love, loss, obsession, anxiety, and the fragility of the future - this show squanders its ambitions in a haze of pretension and sluggish storytelling.
Rather than delivering compelling insights into the human condition, the series drowns itself in overwrought monologues and vague metaphors masquerading as profundity. Characters drift through scenes spouting poetic platitudes, yet rarely feel grounded or fully realized. Their struggles come across less as authentic psychological portraits and more as narrative devices clumsily stitched together to evoke sympathy.
The pacing is glacial, with entire episodes devoted to emotional navel-gazing that often goes nowhere. What should be powerful explorations of mental health and existential dread are reduced to moody montages and dim lighting, with the word "magic" thrown around so often it loses any meaning.
In trying so hard to be meaningful, the show forgets to be engaging. Emotional weight is not a substitute for compelling storytelling, and in this case, even the most dramatic themes fall flat. Ultimately, it's a show that talks a lot about healing but forgets to bring the audience along for the journey.
