What I really liked about the Witcher novels was that they presented and reflected a pallete of many aspects of humanity: the dark and the bright sides, humor, eroticism, psychology, politics, irony, sarcasm, adventure, friendship, and hope. In one word, they had, what this "adaption" severely lacks: balance.

Instead, this show feels just like what it was marketed as: an economically expensive effort to copy the grim dark, cynical mood and style of Games of Thrones, because that's what popular, isn't it? So they took all of the Witcher's universe that could be utilized for this endeavour: the violence, the double standards, the drama, but ignored all the rest: the Witcher's atmosphere, its wits, its not taking itself too seriously. So rejoice and experience yet another erratic, angsty Netflix-show about what some teenagers think to be a "grown up" story full of misplaced melodrama, pretentious dialogues, wild betrayals and backstabbings, and out-of-context actions just for the lulz and the drama.

While the novels engaged and inspired you to wonder about human psychology and morality, how virtues often times aren't so virtuous anymore when you've heard all sides of the argument, the Netflix version invites you to binge and consume it, and left me somewhat stunned, tired and drained even after just two episodes (my first and last).

Ironically, this review section proves to me that the message of the novels is more relevant than ever ("Let's give it all 10 guys to combat the 'haters'"): how virtues often times aren't so virtuous, when you take a closer look, and how honest and earnest sentiments can be lost between noisy marketing as well as ill-placed and opportunistic activism.