Netflix ‘Fake Profile’ Season 2 Review - Still Unwatchable

There are some mysteries that we, as mortal humans, (probably) cannot solve. Who was Jack the Ripper? What happened to Amelia Earhart? Who built Stonehenge? What does Voynich Manuscript convey to its reader? How is it possible that Fake Profile got renewed for a second season? Season 1 was so clumsy, so haphazard, that I was surprised someone even gave the show a spot on a streaming platform. Season 2, unsurprisingly, is equally atrocious, leaving viewers to wonder, "How can anyone sit through something like Fake Profile? Do these creators really think we don't deserve better?" Apparently not, which is why Pablo Illanes, the creator, is back with more awful material. It's good that a human brain automatically discards - or forgets about - certain things, which is why I (thankfully) don't remember much about the events that took place in Fake Profile Season 1. Still, not everything is lost, and as far as I can recall, the first season ended on a satisfying note for its characters. We really didn't need a second season. But alas, here we are.

So what is Season 2 all about? Well, Camila (Carolina Miranda) is visiting a psychologist because she cannot remove Miguel (Rodolfo Salas) from her mind. Just the mere thought of his physical touch arouses her - she is immediately turned on. At the same time, she is preparing for her marriage to David (Lincoln Palomeque), which, of course, ends up sailing on rough waters due to Miguel's presence. Camila's alluring knight in no armor (this is the kind of show where people prefer to be naked most of the time) appears on her wedding day to tell her that he loves her. Miguel forcefully asserts that Camila, too, has feelings for him despite her verbal protests. The key word here is "verbal" because Camila only says she doesn't want to be near Miguel. Her body, however, indicates something else. She gets wet dreams where she has sex with her ex-lover, which is just Fake Profile's way of hitting the audience with more sexual images.

If Fake Profile were a person, it would always be horny, erect, and wet. Most of the interactions between the characters take place in the realm of sex. When two people speak to each other in a Fake Profile, chances are that one of them seeks erotic pleasure from the other person. Sometimes, the feeling is mutual. When women casually spend time together, they talk about sex. When a psychologist listens to his patient, he thinks about sex. When a man watches a woman dancing on a stage, he is filled with a desire for sex. When a lover declares that he still loves his ex, he displays his passion through sex. Even a "spiritual contact" is established with Japanese ropes and, yes, sex. The alternate title of the show could very well be Sex Profile. And yet, the carnal images don't arouse the audience. The, ahem, action is impersonally shot with bland depictions of naked bodies in writhing movement. The music that accompanies these scenes is also a big turn-off. The libidinous teenagers - the target audience - will be sorely disappointed with this show. What about people looking for a story, a plot?

Okay, okay, you can stop laughing. Anyone familiar with Fake Profile will know this series doesn't run on story but on venereal acts. Season 2 tries to be a serial killer thriller (hence the subtitle: Killer Match), but the criminal's identity is too easy to guess. A 10-year-old can easily figure out who the murderer is, though I wouldn't recommend this show to such a young person. I am not afraid that they will get exposed to all those lustful "exchanges," but unlike the creators of these products, I firmly believe that they deserve better. Anyway, after a point, the bodies keep piling up in rather bizarre ways, and the slapdash ending motivates you to get in touch with a doctor. Good luck; have a safe therapy session. I hope your psychologist doesn't turn out to be a psychopath.

Final Score- [1/10]
Reviewed by - Vikas Yadav
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Publisher at Midgard Times