The Nines

I’ll stretch and call this (unexpectedly) Lynchian in the execution of its central premise, and for the most part seeing Reynolds and McCarthy play three distinct variations on their characters is a good enough show in of itself – they are both terrific here in well-centred and developed dramatic roles without a wink to the camera, and Davis’ subtly malevolent force in support is just as good (though at Davis’ calibre, easier to take for granted). Had the plot been left to resolve itself more elliptically, I would have liked this more – the finale which attempts a concrete explanation is a bit of a dud and unsatisfying (and too shaggy-dog like for my taste). Still, it’s an overall fascinating experience, and a great showcase for the three stars.