A team of female divorce attorneys leave a male-dominated firm to open their own powerhouse practice. Fierce, brilliant, and emotionally complicated, they navigate high-stakes breakups, scandalous secrets, and shifting allegiances—both in the courtroom and within their own ranks. In a world where money talks and love is a battleground, these women don't just play the game—they change it.
Rated 4.5 / 5 from 1 log on Katalog
How do you even rate this trash fire? How do you even perceive it? What is art? What is life? So, you rate it on a whim. Did I enjoy watching it? Sure. I like art that makes me feel things, and whatever this is, it’s making me feel things—rage and disgust and derision primarily. I guess you could say that art can be bad ape good but what it really must not be, is boring. This isn’t boring. It’s hellish, worthless trash, but it’s not boring. It is, though. It’s ugly, cheap, crass, stupid, horrifically unaware of the state of word and wholly, gloriously, unburdened by self awareness. What talent they bought is wasted on the script lovingly prepared by Ryan Murphy, who appears to sincerely believe he has found the golden goose: camp means bad. Every choice they make is horrific, a showcase of inhuman hyper capitalist derangement. It’s got every bad quality of Glee (I hate Glee) and the Glee Project (I hate Ryan Murphy) obly compounded by the fact that it’s an adult show which means they can “explore” more adult topics—with Ryan Murphy’s trademark grace. So we have parents dying of suicide, serious sexual assault, violence, mental health issues and addiction, all sandwiched between dull sin&scandal. To make matters worse, the scenes are delivered either by overqualified actresses who couldn’t do anything with the gibberish they were given, or soulless ghouls with dead eyes who haven’t felt warmth for forty winters. Which, of course brings us to the Kim K of it all. Kim K. God bless her, but Kim K is one artifact of US slop culture i never managed to believe is real and not some mass hallucination, a symptom of us having girlbossed to close to the Void. Whatever the case may be, she certainly appears to be thriving in this project built for and around her, and that’s—yeah. It’s a lot. Move aside Florence Jenkins, the Enchanted Mirror has spoken, and youre no longer the queen of willful self delusion and despair.
