Seven hours, roughly, in which not a whole lot happens, even though we are presented with more characters than we know what to do with, and action piled on action. The acting is sometimes very good--I enjoyed Guy Pearce as the writer tied to mama's apron strings, Angourie Rice as the lesbian daughter, and of course Winslet as the detective ties everything together. Trouble is, by the fourth episode I no longer cared who killed those girls. It had become simply a wait-and-see game played out over many hours, with some grotesque characters thrown in to keep us watching. I checked the set out of my local library; there's no way I'm going to pay for an HBO subscription.