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Pieces of her | Slashed to pieces or a collector’s item?

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Critics on shredded the thriller Pieces of her from Netflix. It’s pathetic, cheapbland, sloppy, incongruous and (insert here a synonym for bad from bad).

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Subscribers have nevertheless propelled Pieces of her on the first steps of the podium of the most popular series of Netflix. Like what, professional couch potatoes and amateur telephiles rarely tune their violins, even if it’s so beautiful, the accordion, good.

Now, who is right, who is wrong in this caliente debate which divides as much as the simultaneous return to Quebec showbiz of Maripier Morin and Julien Lacroix?

Being part of both camps, I jumped on Pieces of herHis real face, in English version — like a new Canada Goose on a Frenchman from the Plateau Mont-Royal. verdict? The reviews didn’t lie. This is an implausible and disjointed suspense, luck of country poor. It bothers me to write it, plus it’s also very catchy and gripping, my sweet, it’s a shame to like it, a little.

Halfway through the eight one-hour episodes, the evidence emerged like the enigmatic smile of actress Toni Collette: I had been sucked into this soap-thriller winding and I made it to the end, at the cost of my sanity.

The first episode tumbles at full speed and sets up a fairly conventional mother-daughter dynamic. The offered speech therapist Laura Oliver (Toni Collette) lives in Belle-Isle, a station in Georgia, in the southern United States. A failed artist, her 30-year-old daughter Andy answers the phone at a police station and still lives with her mother, who has suffered from breast cancer.





At Andy’s birthday lunch, a shootout erupts in the restaurant and Laura, like a high-level ninja, overpowers the mind-blowing fazon shooter. This harrowing scene involves a butcher’s knife and a stabbed hand. It’s either totally laughable or completely awesome, depending on our mindset.

Like us in front of the screen, Andy can’t believe it. His mother, so sweet and peaceful, cuts the throat of a man without the slightest emotion and with surgical precision? Obviously, this Laura (Toni Collette) hides huge secrets and her daughter Andy is busy remembering the little bits of her, as Roxane Bruneau would sing.

Adapted from a thriller by Karin Slaughter, Pieces of her then bursts in all directions. It is both a road movie, a twisted family saga and semi-political spy thriller. The tone oscillates between the psychological drama and the more or less assumed telenovela.

The most surprising thing is the sudden transformation of Andy, going in 20 minutes, from young thirtysomething stretched, borderline neurasthenic, to agent Carrie Mathison on the Four Loko.

Andy steals cars, flirts in seedy bars, outwits criminals and discovers the unsubtle art of the wig. What Andy is looking for while on the run is his mother Laura’s past, which looks like a mix of those of Jason Bourne and Lara Croft, but also his own, which has always been hazy.

If you’re going to consume Harlan Coben’s series on Netflix, you may already be devoured Pieces of her thanks to Netflix’s algorithm. It’s TV Pop cornwhich fills a corner in this period of less stocked side masterpieces of the small screen.

Sauce and solidarity!

There’s only one episode left — Monday night’s grand finale — of this tasty season of Chiefs! at Radio Canada. Yes, the queue was also a quick 20 minutes during a deficit of beef rossini steaks.

During the semi-final duel, we witnessed such a rare culinary event in Chiefs! an episode where Jean-Luc Boulay doesn’t talk about sauce or butter or both.


PHOTO MARC-ANDRÉ LAPIERRE, PROVIDED BY RADIO-CANADA

After finishing his dishes, Adrian lent a hand to Anthony for the dressing of his plate.

With only 30 seconds left on the clock, Prince Adrian abandoned his four dishes to come to the aid of his compatriot Anthony, who had not started dressing his plates. Without Adrian’s help, Anthony would have served vacuum to the judges, who would have pinched their beak even more than usual. As if they had bitten into a lemon.

The most heartbreaking thing is that Adrian, who cuts himself faster than his shadow, catapulted Anthony into the final thanks to the boost he gave him while Élyse Marquis spoke the latest seconds of the contest.

Chef Colombe St-Pierre obviously characterized the beauty of Adrian’s gesture, who could have let his comrade sink to ensure his place in the final. Not anymore. Adrian opted for solidarity and it was a lot prettier to see than a close-up of an anglerfish.

A few days before the grand final, the victory of Jean-Christophe and the resurrection of Élliot shake the forecasts. Oh! then no, I stay with Amine, the cook of the heart. Keep the Archibald cold!

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