This review contains spoilers.King Ivory comes packaged with all the signifiers and promises that Hollywood (or its independent outposts) have learned to wield like weapons: “Based on extensive research”, the

There’s a good film, maybe a great series, somewhere here. But King Ivory, for all its ambition, is content to stand outside the prison gates, listening to the stories echo off the concrete, and then driving home. The afterimage? A low good, like a drug cut too many times; you feel the rush coming, but the high never quite hits like you hoped.