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Khemjira — 8.5/10 and I am NOT OK
I didn’t expect Khemjira to crawl under my skin like this… but here we are. This series is beautiful in that quiet, aching way — the kind that doesn’t scream for your attention but slowly takes over your heart. The production alone already had me hooked: dark, atmospheric visuals, haunting sound design, and rituals that feel sacred, scary, and oddly poetic all at once. Everything feels intentional. Nothing feels cheap.
And the romance??? Oh it hurts in the best way. This is not loud love. This is longing, restraint, stolen glances, hands almost touching, emotions swallowed and held for too long. The love story feels fated and fragile, like one wrong move could break everything — and that tension just *wrecked* me episode after episode.
Harit Buayoi… sir. SIR. He absolutely owns this role. The way he expresses pain, fear, devotion, and love without even speaking should be illegal. His eyes do half the acting and somehow say more than pages of dialogue. Watching his character slowly crack — then soften — then love anyway, knowing the risks? I was gone.
That said — the reason this sits at 8.5/10 (and not higher) is the writing choice for Khem. The character is written quite effeminate, and while the actor plays it beautifully and with sincerity, it sometimes leans into a portrayal that feels more stereotypical than necessary. It’s not an acting issue at all — it’s a writing decision. The performance elevates the character, but I couldn’t help wishing Khem had been written with a bit more complexity and balance.
Still, Khemjira feels like a series made with care and heart — one that trusts the audience to feel rather than be told. It’s haunting, tender, painful, and beautiful. I finished it with that hollow-but-full feeling, staring at the screen like “okay… now what do I do with my life?”
8.5/10 for I would still suffer again. Would still rewatch. Would still recommend — emotional damage and all.
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I Came for the Bite, Stayed for the Chaos (Regretfully)
Listen. I came in for the vampires, the hot vampire mafia drama, the forbidden romance. I stayed… because I was too stunned to close the tab.My Golden Blood had everything it needed to be THAT show: sexy immortal vampire, adorable human boy, vampire politics, high stakes. But what did they do with it? Turned it into a confused fever dream with the emotional depth of a TikTok filter.
Let’s talk chemistry— what chemistry? I’ve seen more sparks in a wet cardboard box. The two leads looked like they were trying so hard to sell the romance, but it gave "bro we're just acting, right?" Like, is this a love story or a blood donor campaign?
And the plot? BABES. What even was the plot? It was like a writer’s room full of ideas—but no one said no. One second it’s a mafia showdown, next second it’s a topless scene (PS: not that I'm complaining tho!) , and suddenly we’re in a basket ball court with the personality of boiled rice.
Don’t even get me started on the pacing. It dragged and then sprinted like it forgot it had a finale this week. The vampire lore made no sense, the world-building was held together with vibes and eyeliner, and the product placement? Aggressively shoved in like a jump scare. Yes, I saw the blood-colored tomato juice or food coloring material. No, I didn’t ask for it.
In conclusion:
My Golden Blood had potential, but unfortunately, potential doesn’t pay rent. We deserved better. Justice for vampire BLs everywhere. 🧛🏻♂️🩸❌
My Golden Blood – 5.5/10 (and that’s me being NICE)
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