9/10 Something's Not Right... and it's the script.
9/10 Something's Not Right... and it's the script.
Listen. I came in with high hopes. The leads? STUNNING.
Visuals?? Off the charts. The potential?? Immaculate. Black cat x golden retriever dynamic?? Inject it directly into my veins. I wanted to love this. I really did.
But sadly... something truly was not right
We had Ba Woo, a precious golden retriever man who was yearning, crying, and projecting emotions like a side character in a Shakespearean tragedy-and Jee Hoon, a man so emotionally repressed he made Mr. Darcy look like a talk show host. The chemistry was there but the storytelling said
"nah."
Instead of giving us a slow-burn romance with healing and mutual understanding, we got a confusing mess of miscommunication, deadpan reactions, and emotional whiplash. Every time a moment built up, the next scene undercut it. It was like watching two gorgeous men circle each other in a fog of unresolved trauma and half-written dialogue.
This show could've been the blueprint for "friends to lovers with longing stares and tearful confessions." Instead, it gave
"Pinterest moodboard with zero substance."
I stayed for the pretty faces. I left with a migraine and a sense of what could've been.
Listen. I came in with high hopes. The leads? STUNNING.
Visuals?? Off the charts. The potential?? Immaculate. Black cat x golden retriever dynamic?? Inject it directly into my veins. I wanted to love this. I really did.
But sadly... something truly was not right
We had Ba Woo, a precious golden retriever man who was yearning, crying, and projecting emotions like a side character in a Shakespearean tragedy-and Jee Hoon, a man so emotionally repressed he made Mr. Darcy look like a talk show host. The chemistry was there but the storytelling said
"nah."
Instead of giving us a slow-burn romance with healing and mutual understanding, we got a confusing mess of miscommunication, deadpan reactions, and emotional whiplash. Every time a moment built up, the next scene undercut it. It was like watching two gorgeous men circle each other in a fog of unresolved trauma and half-written dialogue.
This show could've been the blueprint for "friends to lovers with longing stares and tearful confessions." Instead, it gave
"Pinterest moodboard with zero substance."
I stayed for the pretty faces. I left with a migraine and a sense of what could've been.
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