After leaving her hometown years ago, Camille Preaker becomes a reporter in a famous newspaper. When a murder of two girls occur in her hometown, she is tasked to go their to cover it, the thing which may lead her to bad memories specially when she discovers that she knows the two girls.
It shouldn't be too surprising that Sharp Objects' first episode is so deeply, immediately compelling, but it will still come as a relief to die-hard fans of Flynn's book who feared the author's fierce, unflinching voice might not translate.
The real mystery of Sharp Objects is not the whodunit, but Camille herself, and all the tangled dark things inside her that are stirred up by her homecoming.
The episode lays the groundwork for a compelling murder mystery, but if the series is unable to make Camille's pain palpable, it won't do Flynn's novel justice.
It is gripping, strange, elegant and happy to be difficult; I loved the cinematography, in particular, and its resistance to being bent into easy shapes. What a series to start in a heatwave, too: it's clammy, sticky and soaked in sweat.
