Malice – The Prime Series That Feels Like Being Hit by a Rolls Royce
There I was, minding my own business, browsing Prime Video for something that wouldn’t make me want to commit arson, when I stumbled upon Malice — a series that looks, at first glance, like yet another gloomy thriller designed for people who collect scented candles and call everything “trauma.”
But no.
This thing hits different.
“Malice” isn’t just a show. It’s a psychological kick in the throat wearing a designer trench coat.
It begins innocently enough: a family, some secrets, some mild emotional damage, and the usual suspicious glances people give each other when someone rewinds the dishwasher the wrong way. But five minutes in, you realise something very important:
Everyone in this show is absolutely insane.
And I mean, Prime Video is insane. Not BBC “slightly stressed about taxes” insane.
No — full throttle, tyres-screeching, V12-engine-meltdown insane.
The Plot: A Slow Burn… Until It Isn’t
“Malice” takes its sweet time warming up, like a V8 on a winter morning.
At first, you think, “Oh, it’s just another family mystery.”
Then you blink, and suddenly you’re knee-deep in:
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secrets
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lies
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manipulative grins
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suspiciously attractive people staring at each other in dim lighting
There’s tension in the air so thick you could butter it and put it on toast.
Everything feels like it’s two seconds away from exploding — and eventually, it does — spectacularly.
The Characters: A Parade of Beautiful Chaos
Every character in this series is the sort of person you'd avoid at a party but secretly follow around because they’re far too entertaining to ignore.
The mother has that look — the “I’m calm, but I’m also one step away from rearranging the furniture with your skull.”
The father is clearly hiding something enormous, like a second family, a third house, or a failed attempt at interpretive dance lessons.
And the daughter?
She has “main character energy” with a dash of “I might burn this entire place down and smile while doing it.”
It's fantastic.
The Atmosphere: Moody, Dark, and Expensive
Visually, “Malice” looks like the director locked themselves in a room with a bottle of wine and said, “What if every scene was lit by a single lamp and one emotionally damaged candle?”
It’s beautiful.
It’s tense.
It’s gloomy in the best possible way.
There’s always a storm brewing, even if it’s just inside someone’s brain.
The Pace: Slow… but Sharp Enough to Hurt
The show moves deliberately — the same speed as a cautious cat or a politician answering a question.
Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the plot punches you in the face.
There are twists.
Not “oh surprise, he forgot the shopping list” twists.
I mean proper, “WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY” twists.
The kind that makes you rewind just to confirm they really went there.
Final Verdict
“Malice” isn’t perfect — but that’s what makes it perfect.
It’s slow, unsettling, dramatic, beautifully shot, and full of people who really need therapy but choose violence instead.
It’s gripping in that way only great thrillers are:
You want to look away, but you won’t.
You want to stop watching, but you can’t.
You want to sleep, but not tonight — absolutely not tonight.
Rating:
⭐ 9/10
Would absolutely watch again, preferably while shouting at the TV like a deranged talk-show host.
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