Medusa (2025)

Review: Medusa Medusa tries to be a high-tension thriller, but it remains a caricature full of clichés, mediocre performances and gratuitous erotic scenes. By ANDRÉ DIDYME-DÔME In English Courtesy of Netflix Since its premiere on Netflix, Medusa has tried to sell itself as a high-tension thriller, a Succession-style tale of intrigue and betrayal, but with a coastal flavor (prior to its debut, the miniseries was embroiled in a controversy that turned out to be a sensationalist marketing strategy involving renowned lawyer Abelardo de la Espriella). However, what it ended up offering are twelve chapters of a pathetic show that resembles more one of those erotic productions of dubious quality presented in the wee hours of the morning by the defunct Cinema+ channel (you know, gratuitous sex scenes, stereotyped characters and a melodramatic and romantic plot that borders on unintentional parody). The story follows Barbara Hidalgo (Juana Acosta), a powerful executive who, after surviving an attack at sea while using her lipstick-shaped vibrator while frolicking on her yacht, returns with one less finger to discover who in her own family wanted to kill her. The premise, which was supposed to promise a controversial and intriguing story, actually delivers a script full of predictable twists and turns and a protagonist with selective amnesia (a device straight out of the worst midday soap operas) who, even if she has a selective amnesia (a device straight ou Translated with DeepL.com (free version)