Netflix has been quietly sneaking in newer doramas of all shades and stripes and I approve of that. I don't get to decide what qualifies as a dorama and what not, but... I find it impossible to describe this as anything other than an eight-part arthouse film that could have been made anywhere. Keep that in mind. You have now been warned and may proceed at your own risk.

There is no Indy Jones and no Lara Croft. None of the characters are going on adventures inside the titular orifices. Rather they narrate events from their utterly ordinary lives before unheroically hiking into them, or not. The orifices themselves remain an unexplained part of the landscape. Nothing is conquered, nothing is transcended, and no risks are taken. Not by the characters and probably not by the people who made it. I can't tell if the producers put their money into this work as a profit-seeking endeavour, as a labour of love, or as a tax write-off.

Should you watch it? Well, considering that I could pause it to cook and clean and then forget that I'd been watching it for another half hour... you should get up, get dressed, and support the performing arts by going to the theatre to watch a Pirandello play instead.