Pretty Little Liars: The Perfectionists Is a Frustrating Return to Form We Plan to Relish Every Second Of
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Pretty Little Liars: The Perfectionists is a show that knows exactly what it is, which is… Pretty Little Liars. Just, you know, 2.0. It’s got murder. It’s got beautiful liars. It’s even got Alison (the superb Sasha Pieterse) and Mona (the equally superb Janel Parrish)—the OG-iest of the OG Liars—leading its otherwise fresh-faced cast.
This is an excellent state of affairs, as far as The Perfectionists is concerned—not only was Pretty Little Liars a monumentally popular series that helped define a whole generation of teen television, but with seven seasons of clever mystery-box storytelling under their belts, everyone on showrunner I. Marlene King’s creative team can turn out a classic PLL-style episode in their (nightmare-ridden) sleep. You want darkly pregnant narrative tension? King can give you darkly pregnant narrative tension. You want gorgeously framed, allusively rich images? Co-EP/director Norman Buckley and DP Larry Reibman can give you those damn beautiful shots. You want mysterious doll parts in jars? Oh, The Perfectionists will give you mysterious doll parts in jars.
The problem is, committing to being Pretty Little Liars 2.0—at least so far as this critic can tell on the basis of the single episode provided for review—means committing to all the bad that came with the good. And while I am on record as a person who adored Pretty Little Liars, I have no problem reminding people that it had plenty of bad. Like: Ezra “Predator/Dream Husband” Fitz. Like: Doubling down on the vilification of trans women. Like: Making a high school sweetheart, a hometown house, and babies at 23 the Greatest Happy Ending imaginable for five women who spent seven years fighting for their literal lives for the world to take them seriously. The truth of the matter is, PLL was, from the very start, a show that was never totally certain of what it wanted to be. Or rather, every time it felt like it was certain of what it wanted to be (i.e., an inverted Dead Girl Show serving up razorblade indictments of toxic misogyny), the show’s PR and social media team got into a kind of mutually reinforcing hype cycle with the younger, more heteronormatively OTP-obsessed half of the fan base and just obliterated every incisively sharp story and/or character element King and her team had spent years making. (And that’s not even getting into how the various mystery boxes introduced at regular intervals did or did not eventually deliver.)
For all that it is beautiful and spooky and full of all the machinating Mona I’ve been missing for years, The Perfectionists starts its freshman run with a similar (and similarly uncomfortable) tension between the steamy murder romp it thinks fans want it to be, and the incisive social commentary it knows it could be. I hardly even need to do any critical legwork to defend that analysis—King herself has already provided several receipts.
“When I created ‘Pretty Little Liars,’ it was like a summer beach read: It was about friendship and romance and murder,” she told Variety in a post-“Operation Varsity Blues” interview. “I admit that: It was just fun. We didn’t set out to change the world. But my attitude about this show is: We do want to change the world. We want to tackle topics like this idea of perfectionism. I hope it engages fans on a deeper level than just: Whodunit?” Meanwhile, in a “Murder Mystery” featurette released around the same time (but obviously filmed earlier), she explicitly contradicts that very point, promising future fans that her new show “is really fun, and funny at times, and sexy… but it’s a murder mystery at its core.”