The Keepers could be the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I like to believe that I’ve seen some shit. 12 Years a Slave, The Colour Purple, Martyrs, The Last Tango in Paris and Irreversible have stayed with me for various reasons and I have no real desire to ever see them again. But each of these, save from 12 Years a Slave, are somewhat fictitious, and so they’re locked somewhere in my mind where I rarely think about them.
What trips me out about The Keepers is how familiar yet unbelievable the story is. If you have seen Spotlight you know the basics of what will go down in The Keepers. Yet that didn’t stop the series shocking me after every episode.
After every episode I kept thinking the same thing: how was this allowed to happen?
I kept thinking about my own daughters and whether I would know if they were going through such a horrifying experience and whether I could live with myself if I found out they had, years ago, and I didn’t even notice.
We live in a world where it isn’t considered outside of the mainstream to criticise a religion, mostly Islam, for various considered ills. But time and again stories such as the one told in The Keepers and Spotlight crop up and, yes, there is outrage but that soon dissipates. Why? A minority of people (murders) have successfully tarnished the Muslim religion yet similar questions aren’t brought up when priests violate our children. I don’t understand it, and I don’t get it.
The Keepers is the most important thing on Netflix. I can’t put it any clearer than that. If you can stomach it, you should watch it. But be warned: The Keepers is not an easy series to watch.