The Penguin

The Penguin

I had zero expectations. I’m not into the whole DC universe – I mean, apart from the Dark Knight trilogy.
But then… The Penguin. Jesus, Mary, and every goddamn nurse in the country.

(Or like I call it at home: the fucking penguin)

I came into this with absolutely no expectations. I’ve never really vibed with the DC universe – except, of course,
for the holy trinity that is the Dark Knight trilogy. So when I heard about The Penguin,
I rolled my eyes and figured it’d be another gritty cash grab.

But holy hell. From the very first scene, it felt like Tarantino himself had set up an IV drip and pumped razor-sharp
dialogue straight into my veins. Every single line, every interaction is written so tightly, so punchy and deliberate,
that I honestly started wondering if Quentin ghostwrote the damn script just for fun.

Performances that deserve jail time for being this good

Colin Farrell as Oswald Cobblepot?
Cristin Milioti as Sofia Falcone?

I don’t even know where to start. This isn’t just “good” acting – this is feral, visceral,
and so goddamn intense it feels like the actors peeled off their own skin and just became
these broken, brutal people.

Farrell doesn’t play The Penguin. He is The Penguin. Twisted, terrifying – and somehow, still magnetic as hell.

Evil meets charisma = dangerously addictive

The wildest part? You find yourself rooting for The Penguin.

Yeah, yeah, I know – he’s the villain. He’s rotten to the core, manipulative, dangerous, cold as fuck.
But Farrell makes you forget that. You watch him move through this filthy, violent world like a wounded wolf, and suddenly, you’re hoping he wins.
He’s like the underdog from the wrong side of your hometown – and even when the show slaps you back to reality and reminds you,
hey, this dude is evil, it only takes 10 more minutes and boom… you’re cheering him on again. Like a damn fool. And loving every second of it.

🎲 Score: 10/10 (11/10 if that were legal)

No debate. Don’t try. Don’t argue. Don’t be clever. Just shut up and watch the show.

Haven’t seen The Penguin yet?
Call in sick. Use your PTO. Text your boss and say you’ve caught a case of moral urgency.
You’ve got one job right now:

WATCH THIS FUCKING SERIES.

Period.
Love you, bye.