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Some shows explode with hype, trailers, interviews, and a full PR circus. And then there is The Survivors. A moody, slow-burn Netflix crime series that showed up quietly and is now climbing Netflix’s Top 10 like it always belonged there. No flashy campaigns, no celebrity drama, just pure word of mouth. And honestly, that might be the biggest flex of all.

Set in a sleepy Tasmanian town with more secrets than residents, The Survivors starts with a familiar setup: a man returns to his hometown after years away, only to find the past has not stayed buried. But what makes this show hit harder than the usual crime thriller is its refusal to rush. It does not care about cheap twists or dramatic cliffhangers. It wants you to sit in the discomfort. And weirdly enough, that’s exactly what makes it addictive.

At the centre is Kieran, played by Charlie Vickers, who you might vaguely remember from The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power. Here, he is not wearing armour or doing epic fantasy things. He is haunted, tired, and carrying more guilt than luggage. Fifteen years ago, a tragedy claimed three lives, including his younger brother’s. Now, a teenager turns up dead, and the ripple effect begins. The show doesn’t scream “murder mystery”. It just quietly builds pressure until you are completely in it.

Visually, the show is stunning in that eerie, fog-on-a-coastline kind of way. Everything feels cold and quiet. You can hear the tension before anyone even speaks. The town, Glendale, almost becomes a character. It is not trying to look pretty. It is trying to look like somewhere you cannot escape.

What is even more refreshing is that The Survivors does not assume you need constant action to stay engaged. There are no dramatic courtrooms, no long-winded flashbacks, and no detective with a tragic backstory and a drinking problem. Instead, it leans into silences, glances, and those awful moments where two people know something but say nothing. Is it slow? Yes. But in a way that keeps you leaning forward.

The hype of this show is created by real people watching and texting their friends, “You need to see this.” And that is the best kind of buzz. Viewers are praising the tone, the writing, and the way it never feels like it is trying too hard. The tension creeps up gradually until you realise your jaw has been clenched for half the episode.

Of course, it won’t be for everyone. If you need a big reveal every 15 minutes, you will probably wander off. But if you are the kind of person who likes your crime shows a little sad, a little thoughtful, and full of unspoken trauma, this one’s for you.

In a sea of overproduced thrillers, The Survivors stands out by staying quiet. No neon lights. No chase scenes. Just grief, memory, and the way guilt sticks to a town like smoke. It is not trying to shock you. It is just letting the story unfold, one uncomfortable beat at a time.

So yeah, maybe you haven’t heard of it yet. But if The Survivors keeps climbing the charts of Netflix like this, you definitely will.