Some great moments and surprisingly good acting from the two leads (a serial killer/teacher and the obsessed cop hunting him) can't make up for the layers of ridiculous coincidence in which the plot is built. Everyone in the family of both men is, in some way, intimately connected to everyone in the other, as if there were no other people or families living along the banks of the Russian River where this story takes place. And it's a huge problem that it takes the cop 9 episodes to see the identity of his prey when it should have been unmissable half a dozen episodes before. Things like this are so often overlooked or forgiven by current tv producers that they barely rate a mention in reviews. But if coincidence is the bedrock of a plot, then all you end up with is a hole in the ground where a satisfying conclusion should have been.
