The ostensibly third part in a series, Our Fault arrives after a massive concerted effort by Prime Video to prop up a pointlessly lavish world, dressing up its soft porn impulses under a stylish front. It’s the latest addition to the seemingly endless pantheon of swanky franchises nobody asked for, that keeps generating instalments in a tizzy to whet curious appetites of audiences who succumb and forge affective ties with the attractive, young actors, almost never the brain-dead, vacant-eyed characters they essay.
Don’t come here expecting consistent characterisation or solid, whip-smart writing or a compelling, cohesive world. The narrative sputters only when the makers feel they must introduce stakes.
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