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VLADIMIR  (Netflix)

Rachel Weisz’s dynamism has permeated many iconic films: “The Mummy”, “The Constant Gardner” (Oscar win), “About a Boy”, “The Favorite”, “The Bourne Legacy” and a myriad of others; her beauty, intelligence, in actuality, stun in maturity; so why would  she deign to play a fantastical, fanatical grunting, groaning middle-aged, sexually-starved, lustful teacher, salaciously thirsting after a  nubile younger, married scholar?  A scenario that precipitously, dismally fails in its 8 episodes of steamy, breathless, embarrassing nothingness, harbored in a graduate school of single-book authors, all suffering from “writer’s cramp” and daunting, unrequited relationships. Based on Julia May Jonas’s novel sans an ounce of titillation, or worthiness.

Actor Leo Woodall is the hunky, object of desire “Vladimir” (sobriquet of Saint Vladimir, patron saint of Ukraine) whose saintly, divine, tingling abs are perpetually exposed to viewers for lackluster, humdrum provocation; an author of feeble renown strapped with a suicidal wife and toddler. Weisz’s nameless character is burdened with a faithless, womanizer husband “John” (John Slattery); “Sid” (Ellen Robertson) their daughter a lawyer, with a lesbian bent, and legal students who have been, willingly seduced by “John”! No excuse for its limitless sorriness.

Its chimerical message lost in classrooms of meagre, monotonous, shallow scholarship; author Daphne Du Maurier’s, “Rebecca” ghosts dim-witted, lovesick interpreters.

Skip this pathetic, spiritless, cryptically boring series!

ONE & ½ STARS!

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