When a body is found on the bridge connecting El Paso and Juarez, two detectives, one from the United States and one from Mexico, must work together to hunt down a serial killer operating on both sides of the border.
Still not sure quite what to think of this. There are some interesting characters, some quirky plot points, and regular and perverse surprises one wouldn’t have suspected. Things come to head in a hokey manner but then keep moving on without any real thrust. While it might be the idea of cinéma vérité they’re going after, it really just feels like unprofessional and unfocused writing.
There’s only two seasons, so I may press on, but it’s becoming more and more reluctant. Perhaps I’ve just been spoiled by some great stuff lately.
