That's a shame because Watts, as always, is quite good. Ever since she broke through with the one-two punch of Mulholland Drive and The Ring in the early 2000s, she's been an incredible screen presence, capable of playing complex emotions that exist below the surface of everyday life. You see that here: Episode three, which centers around a birthday party for her daughter Dolly, even hints at a sharper, less dour show about domestic strife. It's even funny at times. Unfortunately, like its protagonist, the series insists on chasing cheap thrills.
The many attempts to drum up suspense, like a scene where Watts visits an urban commune with an older patient's estranged daughter and is forced to read the last text message sent on her phone, are often painfully convoluted. There are only so many times you can watch Dr. Holloway almost trip-up and reveal her relatively low-stakes scheme -- and then get away with it anyway. Gypsy is a show that hints at mystery and intrigue, but it's content with leaving you in the tastefully decorated waiting room. After a few hours, you might as well cancel the appointment.