The Handmaid’s Tale: a horrible, perfect season
I have a few things to say about The Handmaid’s Tale:
This is the best first season of a television show I have ever seen. Better than The Walking Dead, better than 24, The West Wing, The Sopranos, Mad Men… take your pick. From start to finish, this premier season is stunning. It has no filler content, no couger in the woods moment. It is 10 episodes of deeply uncomfortable, efficient and moving story telling.
Elisabeth Moss should win every single TV award going. If she doesn’t, it would be an outrage up there with The Wire never winning an Emmy. We see this world through Moss’ June/Offred; everything hinges on her. She sells this world, the nightmare and she sells the idea that not only could this happen, but it could happen tomorrow.
I watched this show with my wife and it shocked me just how differently we experienced this series. There were elements to this show that completely flew over my head but seem to hit her like a tonne of bricks. Men will enjoy this television show, there is something in it for us, but I truly believe that it is made for women – and that is fine.
Part of me wishes that there wasn’t a second season. The story told so far feels close to (a horrible type of) perfection.
(Taken from the Chocolate Films blog)