The Missing

Too bad there is no follow-up season that builds on the previous one, I would like to know if that boy is really Oliver ......

It's every parent's nightmare. You put your head in the refrigerator at the local supermarket, so that you can grab that last carton of semi-skimmed milk with an outstretched arm, do you want to put liquid conquest next to your child in the shopping cart with due pride… child gone. "He will be making up another plea at the chips department why the Ringelings should really be taken home this time", you think, but once you get there, there is no sign of a mini-me in any fields or roads. Discomfort only really turns into full blown panic when it turns out that no one has seen a small fashion victim in size 26 Air Jordan Vs at the cash registers – where those small terrorists often beg for football cards on an almost professional level. Shouting has long since become hysterical screaming and the most terrible scenarios are already passing you in your head. Well, that's pretty much the basis of The Missing. Cozy is not it? Tony and his wife Emily's lives are turned upside down when some lunatic runs off with their son Oliver while on vacation in France. The extensive search that follows yields nothing, but Tony refuses to accept it. He decides not to rest until the bottom stone is over, even though this puts a heavy strain on his marriage and the relationships with the people around him. Go Tony! The Missing is sober, slow and stripped of explosions and high speed chaces with Uzi shooting gym boys hanging out of the passenger door. The dialogue and the story are central and that is nice. The Missing is a classic beauty and they generally don't need much to look good.