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Trapped in the Past

The Swedish thriller series Glaskupan (The Glass Dome) is about abducted and murdered children, a topic I don't find entertaining, especially when it's exploitive. Yet I've enjoyed almost every Swedish production I've watched in the past, and I'm not quite ready to commit to the next romance I have on my watchlist, so I gave it a go. It's a moody series, a bit raw with some scary moments, but for the most part it's extremely well done.

The premise: a Swedish criminologist living in the US is called home by her adoptive father when his wife passes away. Memories of her childhood, which include an extended abduction and imprisonment in a glass box, return to her as she visits with old friends. Then a child goes missing and her mother is found dead, with eerie exchoes of the criminologist's past ordeal. She stays to investigate and help find the child, and ends up caught in a new chapter of her own mystery.

There is some violence, but until the last episode none of that involves a child. The last episode did show a brief amount of that sort of violence, so be warned. I also thought the reveal of the original abductor/killer in the end was not convincing, given the character's behavior up to that point (I did guess that it was him before that on a hunch.) The storytelling is also a bit disjointed and you never really understand the motives behind the kidnappings and murders, but then, I'm not a psycopath, so there you go. Available on Netflix.

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