Nothing invokes more sympathy than a tale about squabbling, over-privileged, entitled rich brats squabbling over money when their equally asshole-y patriarch grandfather dies unexpectedly.
The Morse cousins have been persona non grata ever since a priceless Goya painting disappeared from their grandfather's study years ago.
Suspicions arose between the family on the theft of the lurid self-portrait of the famous artist which legend says can cause madness and insanity if you look at it.
When their grandfather calls the cousins to his estate, Theresa, the youngest, hopes to finally make amends but that is shattered when she discovers his dead body.
As the hunt for the painting is revitalization and the cousins eye one another warily, Theresa takes it upon herself to search for the truth of her grandfather's death, revealing family secrets of her own troubled past and disturbed father and those of the Morses.'
Talk about hating on all of the characters, which I did.
Not only were they unlikeable, not one of them was clever or witty or smart, just cliche and sad. A soap opera has nothing on the problems and issues of the Morse cousins.
We have the sexually promiscuous Audrey, who hooks up with pretty much anyone she can take advantage of (which I get, because if she's been treated like an object all her life, that's all she knows);
her very oh so fragile brother, who we later learn had seen the painting, which explain his numerous neuroses;
but we can't leave Theresa behind, since madness also runs in the family, after her father's suicide, she has 'spells,' and conveniently had been incapacitated with such a 'spell' on the day the painting was stolen all those years ago;
hey, let's not also forget the pedophile uncle and caretaker;
the hiring of an investigator, Dave, who hooks up with Audrey (ewwww) who also loves to infantilize his name to Davie. Ugh, gag me with a spoon.
I thought
The Black Painting
was about, you know, a painting!
I thought it was about Goya, the creepy legend and madness and insanity and his brilliant artistry. It was none of those things and I feel cheated!
I really disliked the author's portrayal of all the female characters; not even Theresa was depicted as a strong, empowered female, despite having figured out where the painting was all this time.
Instead, I got a cast of ridiculous characters, who are neither brilliant or compelling and when the painting is finally brought to light, it feels less like "Oh my gawd, YES!" and more like Oh, my gawd, is this over yet?