KritikaSharma

Six hours of my life gone, and for what? A storyline so thin it could disappear if you blink. The concept was interesting—on paper. But the way they butchered the script? Painful. By Episode 3, it slid straight into mind-numbing boredom. The soul-switch plot should have been exciting, but it was handled so poorly that half the time I couldn’t even tell who was supposed to be who. It didn’t look like a soul swap, it looked like bad acting direction—and it left me confused more often than intrigued.

Max and Nat actually did a decent job in the romance department in the beginning, but even that spark fizzled out as the plot dragged on. The emotional tension just couldn’t survive under the weight of such a messy storyline.

And yet—Earth. Earth single-handedly saved this from being a complete dumpster fire. His acting? Natural. His presence? Magnetic. His beauty? Unquestionable. He’s the only one who actually looked alive in this entire mess. Without him, I’d have dropped this faster than you can say “why was this even made?”