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In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories...
And off we go; we start, yes, but there's the risk of not finishing. You can enter, spend 40 minutes (or a little more), and then leave, only to realize you aren't quite whole anymore. The more brutal the show gets, the more you watch, carefully, with increasing concentration. You're searching for something, but you're not sure what. Perhaps a bit of humanity: it's frightening to see the evil you're confronted with. You search for it desperately, because it can't be happening for real. Then you notice: the humanity is there, it's been right in front of you, only you have to keep it hidden, because if your emotions surface, you're screwed.
So, what is this S.V.U. spin-off of Law & Order about? It's about the New York that lies beneath those enormous skyscrapers, shadowed by the fear of appearing afraid. And it's not after 2001 that all of America started trembling (but that's another story). It talks about a dirty New York, but not the one of the ghettos, where life is prostituted as much as possible; it's a New York that doesn't even deserve attention. No, I'm talking about the Big Apple of the most horrific crimes, involving everyone, from the richest and most influential families to the construction worker next to your aunt's house who lives right in that area. Special Victims Unit: if you have everything to lose, you absolutely must be part of it.
Christopher Meloni, Mariska Hargitay, Richard Belzer, Ice-T (yes, the fool who rapped cop killer, the real gangsta shit guy, him), Dann Florek, B.D. Wong and many others we hardly care about. More or less. All at your service, all ready to fight against the most extreme perversion that turns the worst fantasies into absurd reality. Rapists, pedophiles, psychopaths, and more. And there's no glory, just a ton of crap at the end of each episode. Dick Wolf knows how to be an ass, and he enjoys pushing deeper and deeper, having fun flaunting the violence inherent in men. But in the end, Wolf does nothing more than show a harsh, disturbing reality that we try in vain to keep hidden. We got you, New York.
The violence isn't in the blood but within the stories of each victim or the confessions of the criminals. And you're there, listening, searching for meaning, but most often there isn't any. The only plausible answer: why not?
And even the various protagonists don't understand: they know what they are fighting against, but not what drives their enemies to attack. They've given up on understanding and now have to battle between self-control and the desire to lose it. Each with their dramas, but there's very little time to talk about them. The case takes precedence.
Do you want adjectives that better summarize the content of the TV series? Violence, claustrophobia, despair bla bla bla. It's the New York that appears like a dark tunnel, where there is no light to guide you. Only perversion. These are their stories.
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