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Weeding Through the Aristocracy: A Binge-Watcher's Guide to "The Gentlemen" (2024) Series Review

The series follows Eddie Horniman, who has inherited his father's sizeable estate only to discover that it's sitting on top of a weed empire owned by the legendary Bobby Glass. Has this straight-up soldier got what it takes to master the dark arts of the British criminal underworld and take control of the entire operation?




Ah, Netflix, the beacon of light in the vast darkness of "nothing to watch" evenings. Just when I thought my couch groove couldn't get any deeper, along comes "The Gentlemen", a show so British, it might as well come with a side of tea and an apology for colonialism. But let's dive into this thicket of thorns and thistles, shall we?


The marquee names? Theo James, Kaya Scodelario, and Daniel Ings. A trio so charming, you'd forgive them for almost anything, including the mess they find themselves in. Enter Eddie Horniman, played by Theo James, a soldier with a straighter spine than a royal guard, who inherits not just a sizeable estate but a sprawling weed empire from his dear old dad. The plot thickens faster than British fog as Eddie discovers the green beneath the green, owned by the legendary Bobby Glass. And thus begins the tale of a soldier navigating the foggy, boggy underworld of British crime.


The elegance of a British rant is unmatched, and this show kicks off with a linguistic fireworks display worthy of Guy Fawkes Night. It's like a Shakespearean soliloquy, if Shakespeare was into cannabis and crime. Picture "Succession", but with more tea and less corporate backstabbing. Here, everyone is as terrible as they are hilarious, vying for the crown in a kingdom where the currency is deceit and the national sport is betrayal.


In true Guy Ritchie fashion, "The Gentlemen" delights in its complexity, with scams nestled within scams like a Russian doll of deceit. The violence is as gratuitous as a royal wedding, painting a picture of Britain that's less 'Pride and Prejudice' and more 'Pride and Prejudice with Knuckledusters'.


However, it's not all tea and crumpets. The accents are so thick, you might mistake the show for an audio test at the ENT clinic. At times, subtitles pop up, a godsend for those of us who think 'peaky blinders' is a vision condition. And, oh, the profanity—it's like they're trying to compete with the number of cuss words per minute with a Tarantino flick.


As for the extra bits, Guy Ritchie teases us with the notion of aristocrats turning their lush estates into high-grade skunk farms. It's a bizarre world where the line between the zoo and the jungle blurs, and our characters must learn to hunt in the latter without losing their spots. Ritchie's ambition is clear: to craft a narrative so compelling that Netflix's servers beg for mercy.


And now, the moment of truth—my rating. Drumroll, please. "The Gentlemen" earns a solid 7.9 out of 10. It's not quite the crown jewels, but it's a royal treat that's definitely worth your time.



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