Theologian Francisco Suárez conceded the legitimacy of escaping in the event of an excessive sentence or too unhealthy prison, which Clark Olofsson, the Swedish criminal on which the highly entertaining series Clark (Netflix) is based, would now subscribe and who has on 17 occasions the reflection of the Spanish Jesuits of the 17th century.
A series that mixes fiction and reality with a respectable desire to captivate the viewer, which I believe is achieved, among other things, by an amazing performance by its protagonist Bill Skarsgård, a remarkable production, costumes and filming locations and, above all, a casual script with dripping cynicism , which blends bank robberies, drug dealing, the criminal’s seemingly limitless ability to seduce, and a determined vocation for intense living.
From the very first sequence (a delivery room in which the mother-to-be smokes non-stop with the same alacrity that curses those present: “Get that bastard out of me now,” she yells between puffs) we know the show is a tribute on will be the disrespect. The second clue comes from the title of the first chapter: “If I couldn’t be the best at being the best, I would be the best at being the worst,” says someone who, in a fit of clarity, admits that “they think I’m a cross between Pippi Longstocking and Al Capone”. The icing on the cake of all comments on the series is that Clark Olofsson is blamed for his involvement as a middleman in a hostage robbery because of the sociological phenomenon called “Stockholm Syndrome”. His mediation managed to free her and win her sympathy. Clark is clearly a crack.
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