What a waste of my time!!!

Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

Excellent and certainly provocative... If nothing else, the film is a real conversation starter.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

If they stick to that ending and not shoot a second season I will get massively angry. Nordic crime dramas are always complex, dark, sophisticated and they drag you into their slow-pacing and excruciating world, where you think there will be no salvation (hint: normally, there's no salvation...) BUT, Borderliner really can't end with season one. There too many questions to answer, too many characters to explore. Overall, I was hooked by the way the plot was unfolded throughout the episodes, the impeccable acting from the entire cast and the magical norwegian scenery. It would have been an 8 or even 9, if the ending did not leave me wondering if there was an episode 9 and netflix has missed it.On a side note, it was the first series I've seen where a gay character is the protagonist, and is NOT defined by his sexuality. Good job!

I usually enjoy miniseries that originate in Scandinavian countries as they are more complex and make you think more than American series seem to, and I was hoping this would be one of them. Too bad it ended up being a disappointment. The story had too many slow spots, to the point that I almost nodded off more than once. Also, I don't mind when the main character in a series is gay (and no one in the story seemed to care that he was either), but it seemed to me this was thrown in because it has become trendy to do so. I would have given this a lower rating, but decided to add a star or two, just because it kept me watching until the bitter end; an ending that left me disappointed.

One hardly knows what to say at the end of viewing this eight-part series. The filming is technically superb. The soundtrack complements the action reasonably well. The acting is good, not great. But the plot is complicated by leaving too many loose ends at its conclusion. English dubbing seems OK, though the Norwegian and Swedish original must have nuances that escape the senses of an Anglophone. Is it a mini-series for TV yet to be concluded or is it intended as a stand-alone film? Or is that left to the imagination of the viewer? If no continuation is foreseen, then one must be mildly disappointed in spite of all the good things Borderliner has going for it.Briefly stated, the main detective character as played by Tobias Santelmann is caught up in what is either a sting operation involving drug smuggling or a set of personal circumstances surrounding multiple deaths among family and other acquaintances that call into question both his professional ethics and his moral compass. The viewer is never quite sure where the center of this drama is leading. As an individual, his character is fascinating. But one's sympathies are never fully engaged because the plot keeps letting him down, either by too much diversion or too little internal resolution.In a way, I hope there is more to come, because as I have pointed out it is a good overall production...just inconclusive.

Trips you up at the beginning because the character seems unusual, a loner of sorts (which I always like). Unfortunately, it deteriorates into usual from there. Idealist moral brother gets involved in self-destructive coverup with his young no goodnick brother (merely because the guy's a widower with kids). Really nothing new here--little bro is a bad egg who ought to have been aborted (like I find most youngest children turn out to be) and leaves a horrid mess for everyone else to clean up whilst never feeling bad about any of it. Sound familiar? One can think of many families (Bushes to Kennedys to Macbeths) who've proved this point again and again ad nausea through the ages. Writers these days appear more nihilistic than ever. Everyone wants us to believe we're all gray cats who have many things to hide from each other. If there are no ideals or models for constructive living anymore and everyone is a 'drug dealer' or 'hustler' of sorts, what's the point of life? Let us embrace global warming and Ebola. Perhaps TS Eliot was correct--life ends with a whimper (most likely from a serial killer these days because the successful people are just better at coverups). One comes away with these lessons: 1) Your family will and can be your downfall in the end and your enemy, and 2) Women should flush their last-borns immediately.