Mark woke up early and did some weeding (I think). I woke up later and after some breakfast, I continued to hack back the forsythia Melissa wants trimmed.
The Child has discovered “Lucifer” on Netflix. It’s Neil Gaiman style gallows humor, with gritty situations. Mark decreed that it was too psychotic (as in the characters purposefully psychologically harm the other characters) for binge watching, and so The Child is only allowed one episode a day (and I’d have to agree, given the show’s attitude toward the tortures of Hell). I’ll have to ask The Child if he discovered this series on his own, or if one of his friends suggested it.
The writing in it is kind of snappy; they could tighten the show with less pans of city-scapes between scenes. It’s a police-procedural show on an episode level, and it wants to explore faith, identity, and family dynamics on a season level. The acting leans toward soap opera melodramatic, with occasional moments of character development. I’ve noticed that the guest villains are typically stereotypical “nice” people, like professors or children’s show hosts, with dark underbellies--so the show’s tone typically veers from snarky to jaded. … and the writers seem to have a thing for impaling characters on rebar.
The titular character is very cute — (there are some nice fan service scenes), and goes back and forth between naive alien (“you mean this works like this?”), savvy manipulator, and amoral selfishness. The actor has played a character on the Dr. Who reboot, but it’s an episode I haven’t seen.
I’d have to say, however, that the reception of the show at Grandma Mary’s was frosty at best.
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