‘The Fall’ (which is available on Netflix) has even more conventional nudity than ‘True Detective.’ It, too, tells a story about a team of detectives hunting for a rapist-murderer obsessed with symbolism. It features pervy stalker shots, along with sick-making imagery of female corpses, in bondage, photographed as keepsakes. Some critics called the show ‘misogynistic torture porn’: by turning viewers on, they point out, it takes a rapist’s-eye view. But this imagery has a sharp purpose. The show reveals the murderer immediately, forcing us to see the world through his eyes. Then, episode by episode, it tears that identification apart. Just like Rust Cohle, ‘The Fall’’s rapist has an elaborate pseudo-intellectual lingo, full of Nietzsche quotes and talk of primal impulses. But an icy female cop, played by Gillian Anderson, sees through him—and, in the finale, she shreds his pretensions with one smart speech. Anderson aside, ‘The Fall’ overflows with complex female characters, and not merely the killer’s victims but their families, the murderer’s wife, his daughter, and his mistress. Beautiful as ‘The Fall’ looks, it’s harder to watch than ‘True Detective,’ because there is a soul inside each body we ogle. When women suffer, their pain isn’t purely decorative.
— Emily Nussbaum sobre The Fall, hace un par de años.