White Lines will keep your attention enough to complete your binge. You will feel invested enough to want closure by finding out who killed Alex Collins. But that's where the compulsion ends. To add to the disappointment, the revelation will leave you feeling underwhelmed. Upon the reveal I thought to myself, "Hmmm. That's whose responsible? Really? I guess so, but it really doesn't add up."
Here are a few examples of the flawed character development that mars the series. The fulcrum, Alex, is so incredibly unlikable that you ashamedly feel fine with his murder. Alex's sister suffers from one of the worst cases of white-girl-privilege ever filmed. She expects everyone to drop what they are doing and wallow in her self-pity while she burns everything around her to the ground, including whoever comes to her aid, including her own family. The protagonist abandons her totally innocent and supportive family for goodness sake, but we are supposed to be in her corner? The band of friends that the series follows were remarkably screwed up as kids and yet managed to "develop" into even more screwed up adults. The powerful drug "dealing" family much of the drama centers around is so dysfunctional you almost want the rival family to take them out and take control. It's bad when my favorite characters are two coked-up mutts; and they are underutilized.
But, White Lines pulled enough loyalty out of me to finish 10 episodes about the best of friends who were not loyal to each other.
