You’ve been sucked into a fuchsia vortex of “Barbie” trailers. You’re braced for three hours of Christopher Nolan expounding on “Oppenheimer’s”atom bomb.

Fuhgeddaboudit. You can lay a sure bet that the tightest, most original show of the summer will be a TV miniseries hardly anyone knows about: Steven Soderbergh’s “Full Circle.”

The director’s latest is a noir caper of a kidnapping gone very wrong, inspired by Akira Kurosawa’s 1963 masterpiece, “High and Low.” In six episodes reminiscent of an Elmore Leonard novel, Soderbergh (“Out of Sight,” “The Limey,” “Ocean’s 11”) proves that as long as he’s standing with a camera in one hand and an editing knife in the other, his Swiss-clock timing for suspense and emotional depth will not be denied.

Soderbergh worked on “Full Circle” with longtime collaborator Ed Solomon (“No Way Out,” “Mosaic”). The director-screenwriter pair have created a crime melodrama that brings together three families you’d never dream would have anything to do with each other. Their clans’ secrets get a murderous airing born of decades of grief and avarice.

家庭没有。1是一个圭亚那的移民家庭(意ne an Indo-Caribbean Sopranos), led by the inimitable, ancestor-worshiping Mrs. Savitri Mahabir (CCH Pounder, “The Shield”). She has a karmic debt to settle.

But what on earth does a Queens Guyanese mob matriarch have to do with a Greenwich Village house of white atheist dilettantes?

Enter family No. 2: Derek (Timothy Olyphant) and Samantha Brown (Claire Danes) are Manhattan know-it-alls who’ve made a ridiculous fortune — and one look at their apartment, we know they didn’t earn it on hourly wages. They are the brand supervisors for Sam’s dad, Jeff (Dennis Quaid), a “celebrity chef” who supposedly made millions in hipster hot sauce. The couple are helicopter guardians to their one shy son, Jared, who would love to escape from their faker paradise — and boy, does he ever.

Finally, dysfunctional family No. 3: the gang that couldn’t shoot straight. We are introduced to the lowest rung of detectives in the police world, the postal fraud inspection department, riddled with corruption. Their only heroine, inspector Melody Harmony (Zazie Beetz, “Atlanta”), goes on a psychiatrically questionable rampage while employing her fearless instincts to unravel the “Full Circle” mystery, like a modern-day Samson bringing down the walls of the Philistines.

Harmony knows there is human trafficking coming out of Guyana, teenagers brought to the United States with promises of glory but then put to dirty work with their passports seized. She knows that the Browns, who claim they can’t find Guyana on a map, have a colonial family history that says otherwise.

Part of the fun with Soderbergh is you won’t rationally grasp what is transpiring in the first few minutes. But emotionally, you’re already caught in his web, the inexorable churn of human deceit.

“You understand,” one Guyanese elder intones, “da t’ings happening to your family, dey are happening … for a reason.”

The show’s representation of the Guyanese immigrant community is outstanding. The story’s heart lies with these descendants of Indian indentured servants and African slaves. Their ancestors were shipped centuries ago to serve colonial masters in Guyana, a tiny country on the northeast tip of South America, where the king’s English and plunder defined their subsequent generations’ destiny.

I knew little of Guyana as the series opened, something likely to be true of most Americans. No matter. Hollywood filmgoers understand the “New York gangster mind” and they know the “South American cartel mind.” Revenge is best served with ritual.

To top it off, the series’ cast is on fire (get ready for multiple Emmy nominations next year).

Danes is often given roles as an ice princess who unravels at her peril, and never more so than here, as the consequences of her not-so-pretty past cleave her life like a piece of meat. Her onscreen husband Olyphant gets a break from his “Justified” sheriff shtick to stretch here as the “perfect” dad who’s screwed the only family to whom he ever truly had an obligation.

But the one to watch is Pounder. Her Mrs. Mahabir is a magnetic menace. If there is a sequel to “Full Circle,” she’s the ringer.

Susie Brightis a freelance writer.