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i don't read complaints that a piece of art is "white" as a synonym for "boring" so much as "overtold." most television—including most great television—is entirely monochromatic, and i think there's a segment of the internet that views each new "white" show as a wasted opportunity.

i actually enjoyed this more than usual…
BUT.

maybe the issue is…where does one get enormous amounts of holy water for personal use? anybody with two working hands can make a stake, and you only need a couple of crossbows, which can be purchased in a lot of big-box sporting goods stores. but holy water requires a priest, which means you'd have to find one in

the teenagers
I read the teenagers as being played the way Britta and Jeff would see them. Of course they would be hypersensitive to a pack of painfully young, overachieving punkasses: those kids are 16 and in precisely the same place as 27-year-old Britta and 35 (or whatever)-year-old Jeff. They were the nasty,

a world without nicktunes
1984

sarah loves vanilla…
because "it tastes so fake", not great.

"freely adapted"
is no joke. They took a sublime children's book about a random, inexplicable pseudo-miracle and turned it into a story about a wacky inventor? If that doesn't break your heart, a simple comparison of the art should: