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WHEN A DRAMA PROMISES HEAVEN BUT SERVES YOU REHEATED MICROWAVE HELL
So, I watched Twelve. Yes, all eight episodes. Yes, my brain cells are suing me for negligence. This drama had the audacity to lure me in with talk of “twelve angels,” zodiac mythology, Ma Dong-seok flexing his tiger spirit, and Park Hyung-sik going full evil villain. Sounds epic, right? WRONG. What I got was a poorly edited fanfiction with CGI zoo animals, pacing slower than a government office queue, and characters with the emotional depth of IKEA mannequins.
Let’s talk about the story, or rather, the concept that pretends to be one. The setup: twelve angels, one resurrected evil spirit, a world in danger. The execution: twelve angels… sitting around eating, bickering, and occasionally spouting vague lines like “the darkness is coming” as if that counts as plot progression.
By episode three, I realized the show wasn’t going anywhere. The villain pops up now and then to look moody, then vanishes like he forgot he had a dentist appointment. The so-called “epic mythology” dissolves into background noise while the writers stall for time. Honestly, the evil spirit should’ve just destroyed the world in episode one... it would’ve spared us the suffering.
This drama is called Twelve, but I’ll be damned if I can name more than three of these angels. They’re supposed to embody the zodiac animals, but instead they’re just filler bodies moving through the set. Imagine a group project where one guy does all the work while the rest hover and occasionally nod: that’s this show.
Even Park Hyung-sik is wasted. He tries, but the script gives him nothing to work with. His “evil” is about as threatening as a toddler with a Nerf gun. As for the rest? They might as well be extras with speaking lines.
Now, let’s discuss the crime against eyes that is the CGI. You’d think a fantasy drama with angels and demons would invest in visuals. WRONG AGAIN. We got effects that look like they were pulled from a YouTube tutorial titled How to Animate Badly in 5 Minutes or Less.
At one point, a CGI sequence was so bad I thought my screen was buffering, but nope, that was the actual edit. I’ve seen higher production quality in TikTok filters.
Every episode felt like it was 90% filler, 10% “something vaguely fantasy.” Characters talk in circles, then sit around and eat. Meanwhile, the plot crawls forward like it’s dragging a dead horse. I swear entire scenes exist just to remind us the show hasn’t been canceled yet.
By episode four, I wasn’t watching anymore; I was enduring. By episode six, I wasn’t enduring; I was negotiating with myself: “Just two more, and you never have to think about this again.”
Watching Twelve is like ordering a luxury steak dinner and getting a half-eaten convenience store kimbap. It promised mythology, action, and high stakes, but instead delivered cheap CGI, limp characters, and pacing that could put insomniacs to sleep. It’s not fun, it’s not camp, it’s not even hate-watchable. It’s just… sad.
FINAL THOUGHTS
Twelve is the definition of a wasted opportunity. With that cast, that premise, and that hype, it could’ve been epic. Instead, it’s eight hours of missed potential. A drama called Twelve but really should’ve been called Zero, because that’s the amount of enjoyment it delivers.
My advice? Don’t watch it. Don’t even think about watching it. Just read the synopsis, maybe glance at a poster, and move on with your life. Trust me, you’ll thank yourself.
Let’s talk about the story, or rather, the concept that pretends to be one. The setup: twelve angels, one resurrected evil spirit, a world in danger. The execution: twelve angels… sitting around eating, bickering, and occasionally spouting vague lines like “the darkness is coming” as if that counts as plot progression.
By episode three, I realized the show wasn’t going anywhere. The villain pops up now and then to look moody, then vanishes like he forgot he had a dentist appointment. The so-called “epic mythology” dissolves into background noise while the writers stall for time. Honestly, the evil spirit should’ve just destroyed the world in episode one... it would’ve spared us the suffering.
This drama is called Twelve, but I’ll be damned if I can name more than three of these angels. They’re supposed to embody the zodiac animals, but instead they’re just filler bodies moving through the set. Imagine a group project where one guy does all the work while the rest hover and occasionally nod: that’s this show.
Even Park Hyung-sik is wasted. He tries, but the script gives him nothing to work with. His “evil” is about as threatening as a toddler with a Nerf gun. As for the rest? They might as well be extras with speaking lines.
Now, let’s discuss the crime against eyes that is the CGI. You’d think a fantasy drama with angels and demons would invest in visuals. WRONG AGAIN. We got effects that look like they were pulled from a YouTube tutorial titled How to Animate Badly in 5 Minutes or Less.
At one point, a CGI sequence was so bad I thought my screen was buffering, but nope, that was the actual edit. I’ve seen higher production quality in TikTok filters.
Every episode felt like it was 90% filler, 10% “something vaguely fantasy.” Characters talk in circles, then sit around and eat. Meanwhile, the plot crawls forward like it’s dragging a dead horse. I swear entire scenes exist just to remind us the show hasn’t been canceled yet.
By episode four, I wasn’t watching anymore; I was enduring. By episode six, I wasn’t enduring; I was negotiating with myself: “Just two more, and you never have to think about this again.”
Watching Twelve is like ordering a luxury steak dinner and getting a half-eaten convenience store kimbap. It promised mythology, action, and high stakes, but instead delivered cheap CGI, limp characters, and pacing that could put insomniacs to sleep. It’s not fun, it’s not camp, it’s not even hate-watchable. It’s just… sad.
FINAL THOUGHTS
Twelve is the definition of a wasted opportunity. With that cast, that premise, and that hype, it could’ve been epic. Instead, it’s eight hours of missed potential. A drama called Twelve but really should’ve been called Zero, because that’s the amount of enjoyment it delivers.
My advice? Don’t watch it. Don’t even think about watching it. Just read the synopsis, maybe glance at a poster, and move on with your life. Trust me, you’ll thank yourself.
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