<h1>Premiere Review - 'The Slap' - Hitting a Kid Is Just the Beginning</h1>
No, The Slap, debuting on Thursday night, is not the story of what NBC might want to do to Brian Williams.
The Slap, an eight-section miniseries, is around a family assembling at which a young person is slapped over the face. No spoilers here: The NBC promos demonstrate to you that the slapper is Zachary Quinto, who has shaved down his Spock ears to occupy the smoldered fresh soul of Harry, a rich, egotistical New Yorker. He's the sort of gentleman who drives his shining Land Rover into a chi-chi Brooklyn neighborhood and still thinks that it important to roar, "Where would I be able to stop this so it won't get jacked?"
The gentleman he's roaring at is Hector, Harry's cousin, played sublimely by Peter Sarsgaard with an angry snicker. Hector's wife, Aisha (Thandie Newton) manages a tumultuous 40th-birthday party for Hector; he simply needs everybody to get along and allow him to sit unbothered so he can sneak off and fondle the sitter (Mackenzie Leigh).
As per Reporter's:
The Slap makes you want to slap it and every character that’s a part of it. That can’t be the strategy, can it? … There are egregious problems at the core of the first two episodes that NBC sent to critics. It’s an agitating piece of work by design, hoping to prompt conversation and create first impressions that it might later be able to subvert, but the takeaway is that none of the characters are particularly likeable, a large portion of the audience will probably want to slap the kid in question before he actually gets slapped and the voiceover narration is so god-awful it seems like a prank. ~ Said by The Hollywood Reporter
The Slap is a remarkable feat — a sophisticated, suspenseful comedy of ill manners that seems much more like a Showtime or Netflix drama than a broadcast network offering. ~ Said by New york Times
The Slap reveals itself to be a work of ostentatious faux-prestige in its opening moments: a close-up of a beautiful young woman, scored to soft jazz, a narrator intoning, “On the day before his 40th birthday, Hector Apostolou had only one thing on his mind: Connie.” Jazz? Obvious narration? Fascination with young women? You’d be forgiven for thinking you’d flipped to a bad Woody Allen movie. ~ Said by The Atlantic