So, we’re
binging the second season of Netflix’s Santa
Clarita Diet with Drew Barrymore and Timothy Olyphant as a realtor
couple. The catch is, Barrymore’s Sheila’s
undead.
OK, now the
undead angle might seem tired to you guys with eight seasons of Walking Dead and counting starting an
avalanche of undead-themed shows over several stations on the tube. And, truth be told, we were skeptical going
into the first season thinking it was an extension of The Lost Boys (Santa Clara), which Joey and I adore for its perfect
mix of Horror and Comedy, leaning more toward Horror.
Horror and
Comedy separate, can be brilliant.
Mixing the two has a much higher chance of being a train wreck of
Armageddon proportions. Barrymore and
Olyphant could stick the landing or bomb so bad they might’ve needed to learn
how to say, “Would you like fries with that burger?”
Realizing
that Santa Clarita Diet has nothing
to do with The Lost Boys made it
easier to let it be its own thing, and we actually had a lot of fun with it…A
LOT. The show’s so unapologetically un-politically
correct, which, again, I’ll admit, could train wreck the show to one season obscurity. But, it worked.
Fast forward
to now. We’re seven episodes in, and the
un-politically correctness has hit an all-time high with a single kill in
episode five.
Now, you
guys know my sense of humor regarding crips
in movies. Yeah, Santa Clarita Diet takes the cake EASILY! Check it…A CRIP NAZI KILL!!!!!!! As they set it up, we thought they were gonna
blush, but they didn’t! Full-onscreen,
B-movie blood gush! Nice play,
folks. What you got, Family Guy?
Wonder how
this season’s gonna end.
Be good to
each other.
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