Diane Kruger was a model.
then naturally Helen of Troy.
And then she was in some other stuff, including a surprising but undemanding role in Inglorious Basterds, and then she played a convincing Marie Antoinette in Farewell, My Queen. And on the strength of this body of work, she presumably got the lead in FX’s The Bridge. Based on the Danish/Swedish series Bron, Kruger plays a seemingly stand-offish El Paso detective, part emotionless, part awkward introvert, and she’s about to be drawn into the seemy world of Mexican drugs, American corruption, etc . . .
Strike one – the quirky character (Kruger’s detective has Asperger’s). Isn’t Homeland‘s wacko Carrie Mathison enough? Who is doing the hiring of our defense against domestic and foreign threats? When Kruger is detailed to inform a husband that his wife has been found dead and bi-sected, ala’ The Black Dahlia, her extreme unfeeling and offensive behavior underscores the idiocy of the premise. Next time, let’s send Dustin Hoffman in Rainman guise to pass on such difficult news. What could go wrong?
Strike two and three and infinity – if you’re going to give someone this challenging if stupid role, why Kruger? An El Paso detective? She’s a ballet dancer born in Lower Saxony, Germany. I didn’t stay to find out, but I suppose Armin Mueller-Stahl plays her toothpick chewin’ sheriff boss (actually, it’s Ted Levine).
It’s a hard role for someone who can act, and Diane Kruger cannot really act.
Full disclosure: I turned it off after 25 minutes, despite some decent notices.