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Des, de son vrai nom Dennis Nislen, est l'un des tueurs en série britanniques les plus célèbres. Il va agir de 1978 à 1983 dans les rues de Soho. (Canal+)

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Des (2020) 

anglais There are movies and series that list horror as one of its genres, and I often have no idea why. Des does not have this genre in its description, but I wouldn’t object if it did. Unlike in many "horror movies", the creators didn’t go for bloodshed or shots of the bits and pieces of human insides, however, the well-written dialogues and David Tennant’s great performance ensured a chilling atmosphere as well as the fact that this certainly wasn’t a feel-good miniseries (which, in this case, is a compliment). It was intense. ()

Episode 1 (2020) (E01) 

anglais After diving into this miniseries, it became immediately clear that fans of gripping investigations into serial killers were in for a treat. The creators took a unique approach, revealing the killer to the audience right from the start, eschewing action scenes entirely, and centering the narrative on dialogue and acting performances. As someone who just wrapped up the eighth and ninth seasons of AHS, I found the debut episode incredibly satisfying; it offered a departure from the usual blood, gore, and dismemberment, yet still managed to deliver a wonderfully tense atmosphere. David Tennant's performance, in particular, sent shivers down my spine on more than one occasion. 4*+ ()

Episode 2 (2020) (E02) 

anglais As anticipated after the initial episode, the series is unfolding just as I imagined. While those seeking thrilling action sequences might be growing weary, I find myself captivated by the authentic portrayal of criminal proceedings. Instead of the usual chases and shootouts, it was more about sieving soil, which offered a refreshing perspective. ()

Episode 3 (2020) (E03) 

anglais Once more, the court proceedings delivered, igniting a rollercoaster of emotions within me. It's moments like these that reaffirm my conviction that I could never be a judge. I'd undoubtedly harbor biases against someone who relishes cooking human heads and stuffing sewer pipes with their victims' remains — hardly conducive to the impartiality required for the job. ()