Honestly, how is this utter bilge the best original material Netflix have access to?!
Badly written, turgid, wholly unbelievable, zero chemistry between the people who, y'know, require something at least resembling chemistry for the plot to even work. Naomi Watts' character is so bloody dull and one dimensional that you find yourself not giving a single solitary shit about what happens to her.
It is actually quite unintentionally funny in places watching her switch between prickly WASP with perfect life and huge wine glasses (so you know she's rich and dead classy of course) to her bad girl alter-ego (aka tiny bit of eyeliner and a leather jacket) yet still fails to express a single convincing emotion on either side of her identity seesaw.
Woeful.