The Narrow Road to the Deep North

One of the hardest things I watched yet one of the best things I watched.

Do yourself a favour and press play. Photography is just alluring, poetic and yet so descriptive that you just can't look away. Storytelling is compelling and keeps you constantly engaged, its tragedy and mourning, and romance, and longing and suffering and friendship and companionship. All together, all at once.

Despite being a short series, you get to know every character in such a way that it becomes personal, you suffer with them, you laugh with them and you miss them when they are gone.

It's a shot straight to the heart but oh such a lovely one.

Yes, this series suffered from a lack of lighting and nonlinear storyline, but for me these served to exentuate the enderlying tones of this dark story.

To those seeking entertainment, I cannot recommend this series. Knowing that it's grounded in actual events it was a painful experience to watch this pretty much from beginning to end. The cruelty, the suffering. No attempts were made here to sugar coat brutal realities or wrap them up nicely with a classic hollywood happy ending. But it is precisely this that made it so compelling and important tp watch.

I also appreciated that the main characters weren't wholly good or bad, but complex - as often is the case in life.

Bottomline: not for the fainthearted, and have a box of tissue nearby.

Had high expectations, but was very disappointed. The misty, murky photography made it hard to watch and I gave up. The lead actor mumbles his way through the episodes and Ciarin Hind's Aussie accent is even worse, and he too mumbles. The producer should have hired someone who knew how Aussies spoke in 1941, because they certainly did not call a dinner jacket , a tuxedo, nor say hi in a formal setting. I know the series is based on a book, which I have not read, but the movie, Bridge on the River Kwai was better and if you want to know about the hardships suffered by Aussies in Japanese POW camps, read about Sir Weary Dunlop.

I really wanted to watch this series. However, as seems to be a cinematography trope with some films and series these days, e.g. 'Nosferatu' I could not see the actors faces in a lot of the scenes as it's been colour graded with a dark hue that prevents me being able to see the nuances in the characters interactions. This artistic choice spoiled it for me. Does the darkness represent the lead characters ethical/moral struggles as complex multilayered people and the inhumanity and darkness of war and it's ongoing residue in their minds, probably, but I would have preferred to be able to see them struggling with these emotions. I tried really hard as the acting, set design and direction are striving towards something truthful and beautiful but ruined in my opinion by the cinematography. The actors commitment to their roles is admirable, however in search of truth the actors sometimes belong to the mumble, whisper my lines style that makes the dialogue unintelligible. Maybe it's my smart TV's inability to render it watchable, but I doubt it!

Haunting and gruesome and riveting: a full spectrum of emotions like a life in fast-forward. Its complexity does not have a tidy resolution; it offers no sweeping redemption, but a kind of peace. A form of justice, like memory. Beautifully and soulfully acted. Brilliant cinematography that doesn't shrink from horrors but zooms in on tenderness so it lingers. A score like a witness. Gratifying to see Jacob Elordi take on projects that capitalize on his substance as an artist. It left me sleepless and reeling with Tennyson ringing in my ears, but not hopeless or bleak. "Come, my friends. Tis not too late to seek a newer world."