HARLEY QUINN: THE ANIMATED SERIES – Season Four (2023)

As always, I will never, ever shut up about Harley Fuckin’ Quinn.

Historically, fourth seasons of shows are lackluster; the writers are often running on fumes and have done all they set out to do. Producers either bring in new blood or the show gets canceled. The best example of this is probably ANGEL whose fourth season was abusive and very problematic and, from a writerly or viewer perspective, very fucking boring and insulting. However the fifth (and final) season was fucking gangbusters, partially due to the smart and comedic injection from THE TICK’s Ben Edlund. (Yes, I do have a Puppet Time Angel puppet.)

This is not the case with HARLEY QUINN: THE ANIMATED SERIES.

Look: I love every season of this show. I endlessly rewatch it; probably too much. It has been one of the most affecting shows I’ve seen in years, and I realize that’s incredibly embarrassing to say about a show that has its roots in a Joker sidekick dressed like a clown.

(I’ll note that, after she quit the traditional harlequin get-up, I’ve never thought of her as looking clown-ish — especially in THE SUICIDE SQUAD — but I am goth and routinely paint my face and have an actual Harley BIRDS OF PREY armband tattoo on my right arm, so who am I to say?)

That said, my favorites are the first season and the Valentines Day special (which I will now only refer to the V-Day special) which bridges the third and fourth season. As I’ve previously posted, one episode from the first season moved me so much that, thanks to my wife, I have a watercolor recreation of a scene. I love the V-Day episode because it’s so honest and heartfelt and they really lean in on the ancillary characters while also paying tribute to WHEN HARRY MET SALLY which …is something I never expected to type.

The fourth season is incredible. It is one hell of a wildly high-concept swing that also manages to weave so many emotions and romantic interactions between Harley and Ivy, while also conveying the push-and-pull and combativeness that comes with relationships.

It is so tightly plotted!

Also, Harles and Ives go to the fucking moon!

NORA FREEZE: “Shit, I hope the clouds don’t have a gag reflex!”

I swear, Nora is the most underrated character on this show. She is the fucking hedonistic worst and — like everyone on this show, so fucking trauma-laden — which also means? I fucking love her!

They also recreate Michelangelo’s iconic Pieta. I will not spoil how.

And the rapport between Harley and Batgirl, and Batgirl’s neediness? So hilariously sweaty.

OH! And Ivy as — as Lex Luthor puts it — is now a ‘she-e-o’! The writers know how to advance their characters while never losing track of the spirit of the show.

The in-jokes are amazing but never get in the way of the story, and I am positive I missed a number of them just because I haven’t been reading many mainstream comics as of late.

Oh, and not to spoil matters but Harley finds a moral equilibrium. As Amanda Conner put it when interviewed about her BIRDS OF PREY work: Harley is an anti-villain, which I think just about every misfit can identify with.

One minor hint as to where season five — as apparently there will be a season five — will go: Gotham City Sirens! Personally I wish it were the Gang of Harleys but I’ll take what I can get.

I implore you to watch this fucking show. It’s heartfelt, it’s hilarious, it’s smutty, it’s kind; it is the total package and I cannot fucking wait for the fifth season.

HARLEY: “Strap yourself in for more sex, more drama, and more Bane! …being Bane.

“And also? More Harlivy! Like, a lot more because you weirdos are kinda obsessed with us.

“Anyway! Love ya! Byeee!”

(I love the ‘Anyway’ tag, because? Well, I don’t want to further spoil matters, but that is definitely a nod to a Bane exchange in the V-Day special.)

RIDDLER: “…does anyone know that?”

BANE: “They do now!”

HARLEY: “Jugs out! Rugs out!”

Goddamn myself and this show are two hella pieces of filth.

Top 96 Rom-Coms

I am a huge fan of Alana Bennett. Been following her work for a while, even before she was writing for the ROSWELL reboot.

She has an intermittently updated Substack and over a year ago she compiled a list of the best 96 rom-coms according to her students.

I love rom-coms but, as noted in prior posts, I have penned a few romantic works, however they are more romantic dramas or romantic thrillers. I have given up on trying to write a rom-com of my own because every time I start with the best of intentions, it ends up going sideways.

Here’s the piece!

I will be blunt: I had to look up a number of the titles to recall if I had seen them before, and more often than not I realized that oh, not only didn’t I see it, I saw them opening weekend in a theater.

I have seen over two-thirds of these. 69, in fact. (Har har, but fitfully true, and the inverse of the numerical list!)

Most of the rest I am familiar with and almost all on my watchlist. (My watchlist is a very long list, y’all!)

If I had to pick just one of these to show to someone who had never seen anything on this list? Cripes that’s Sophie’s Choice tough, but probably DOWN WITH LOVE. It’s a very accessible and winsome take on the Rock Hudson/Doris Day classic PILLOW TALK.

If I was sat down and told: “Watch one of these you’ve missed, right now” I would pick AUSTENLAND. I didn’t read Jane Austin’s works until later in my life and, while I’m more of a Bronte person, that sounds very much in my wheelhouse.

I have watched AUSTENLAND since penning a draft of this post, so maybe HOW TO BE SINGLE is next? I dunno. Not on the list, but I am literally writing a novel that dovetails with wedding dresses so perhaps 27 DRESSES.

(Update: I’ve since watched 27 DRESSES which is far better than you would think! Also re-watched MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING with my Greek wife, as well as the underrated MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING 2!)

If I had to add one rom-com to this specifically young list, it’d be DEFINITELY, MAYBE. That film is severely unsung and so, so, so very 90s.

Anyway! Watch rom-coms, y’all! Even if you don’t think they’re for ya! I guarantee you that at least a few will resonate and make you a better person. Rom-coms are all about someone’s wants-and-needs and hopeful expectations and lust for life and awareness of disappointments and every emotion all at once.

HARLEY QUINN: A VERY PROBLEMATIC VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL (2023) [REDUX]

“Who is pumped for the best VD EVER?!

“I mean, ugh, you know what I meant.”

(Phrasing, Harley.)

Look. I love romantic works. Yeah, I know. I’m weird for …someone who is who I am. I have literally penned more than a few very fucking queer romance novels and screenplays. Maybe someday you’ll read one of ’em? (I’ll warn you? It often doesn’t end well! I’ve been through some shit and if I have to? So do my characters!)

Consequently? Yeah, I’m totally reposting this amazing special focusing mostly on Harley and Ivy — colloquially known as Harlivy — because? Well, because it’s fucking Valentine’s Day and it’s adorable and I love it and they are so fucking good for each other and, while they have their issues, they’re the best match and I cannot get enough of that.

I’ve rewatched this so many times. If I remembered to count, I’d probably be embarrassed, but I stopped counting so fuck it!

It is an absolute delight. (Except for the weird Clayface assplay? Not really sure what’s up with that but that’s what ‘skip forward’ is for!)

(Also? I may or may not have rewatched it halfway through penning this post.)

So, yes, here we are, here’s my take on HARLEY QUINN: A VERY PROBLEMATIC VALENTINE’S DAY SPECIAL .

Also? I love Ivy’s hair here! And I love how the illustrators don’t use the same staple buxom body type for women! And I love that Ivy actually dressed up instead of wearing her bingin’ sweats! The end is so heartfelt and poignant, with Ivy’s reveal about her best Valentine’s Day ever!

Harley: “…yeah, I think the orgasm matters.”

Ivy: “Yeah, I didn’t totally buy that either when I said it, but I needed like a third example for the structure of the speech so…”

Goddamn this show is so much fun and so smart while also being so enjoyably and non-judgmentally smutty! Just fucking watch it already! Happy VD, everyone!!

Also, I may have rewatched it again. No, I definitely did, and I will not apologize for my streaming actions!

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009)

CONTENT WARNING

This film contains depictions of abuse, and this post does briefly note said depictions.


This is a stellar film from Karyn Kusama — whom has helmed so many extraordinary pieces such as GIRLFIGHT, THE INVITATION, as well as the best eps of YELLOWJACKETS — and writer motherfucking Diablo Cody. It deftly navigates teenage changes, teen popularity dynamics, and the intensity of youthful friendship. It’s supremely quippy in the way that post-JUNO Diablo Cody is, and it’s bloody and it’s a lot of fun, but there’s a lot under the surface.

If you aren’t familiar with the film: Jennifer, perfectly embodied by Megan Fox, is a high-school cheerleader, all hot and popular, and Needy — a surprisingly dorky Amanda Seyfried — are best friends, and have been since they were children.

“Sandbox love never dies.”

Jennifer lusts after an emo band, helmed by the O.C.’S Adam Brody gamely reveling in swarm. Jennifer convinces Needy to attend the show and, after a terrible fire breaks out at the bar and kills a bunch of people, said emo band woos Jennifer into their van, then sacrifices her so they can gain illegitimate infamy through Satan.

They thought Jennifer was a virgin. Jennifer? Not a virgin.

Jennifer is reborn as a blood-lust demon and only Needy can see what horrible acts she commits — when others cannot — and matters escalate.

“I thought you only murdered boys?”

“I go both ways.”

I will note that — while I am queer — I am a dude. I know that I am not the right person to discuss the many nuances of this film, so please read Carmen Maria Machado’s take on it and bisexuality and queerbaiting and more. It is an astounding essay that everyone should read, as she uses JENNIFER’S BODY as a launching point to discuss queerness.

“We can understand queerness itself as being filled with the intention to be lost,” Muñoz wrote in Cruising Utopia. “To accept loss is to accept the way in which one’s queerness will always render one lost to a world of heterosexual imperatives, codes, and laws . . . [to] veer away from heterosexuality’s path.”

Carmen Maria Machado

(Machado not only penned one of the greatest modern collection of short stories with HER BODY AND OTHER PARTIES but also IN THE DREAM HOUSE, one of the greatest modern memoirs. These are essential reads, and I implore you to seek them out.)

“I need you frightened. I need you hopeless.”

This is a brazen, angry film that gives queer teen girls agency. Its detail portraying the complexities of young female friendship and more is the heart of the film. The abuse, that of Jennifer being ‘turned’, is certainly the pivot point but is also ancillary. While the emo band are the male aggressors here, you could easily write them out and still have the focal point of the film: the relationship between Jennifer and Needy.

“She can fly?!”

“She’s just hovering. It’s not that impressive.”

Do you have to undermine everything I do?!

If you are a film nerd, you know that JENNIFER’S BODY was absolutely and unfairly ignored upon release, mostly because the promotion for the film posited it as cheap, vapid and queerbaiting exploitation horror, instead of the measured character study it actually is. Thankfully, around its tenth anniversary, folks started to realize that it’s a fucking amazing film.

“I am a very different person now. […] A very bad, very damaged person.”

If you haven’t seen it and think it’s just about Megan Fox getting freaky with Amanda Seyfried? It is far more than that. As with all of Kusama and Cody’s works, it has a lot to say, and it does so very violently.

“Kiss someone, fuck someone, think about fucking someone while kissing someone else. Let sex be unknowable, warm, thrilling, funny, erotic, terrifying; let sexuality be all strange currents and eddies and unknown vistas and treasures and teeth. Because, Queer Reader, when Jennifer’s body came for you — publicly, privately, neither, both — it was more than more than enough.”

Carmen Maria Machado

EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS (2002)

Content Warning

Obviously, the name infers spiders so, if you have arachnophobia? This film is not for you.


There’s a specific art to creature features that I feel has been neglected over the past decade or so. Fundamentally, they’re ridiculous: overgrown ants, giant iguanas, etc. but while looking absurd, the best ones juggle preying on one’s fears of the incomprehensible state of nature while also instilling a sense of levity. A spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down, if you will.

“What the hell is this?”

“It’s my media-induced, paranoid, delusional nightmare.”

EIGHT LEGGED FREAKS nails that precision. It’s exactly what it sounds like: radioactive waste causes a a severe number of spiders to grow to enormous heights and ravage the town that goatee-adorned Chris — played by a surprisingly winsome and knowing and game David Arquette — revisits, partially because he still pines for the current town sheriff, Samantha Parker.

“Lose the face fuzz before you [visit Samantha]. Makes your mouth look like a stripper’s crouch.”

This film could be perfunctory and lazily executed, but instead it’s far more inventive and savvy than it needs to be. One scene, involving a spider and a cat, is particularly impressionable by utilizing dry wall and only showing what it needs to show. It also liberally borrows from Spielberg’s bag of tricks, especially with its usage of a plucky, overly smart youth that helps save the day.

“This is a town hall meeting, not the WWF.”

Additionally, the effects are vividly energetic with all of the spider fur and leaping movements.

It’s well-paced and the flailing town is surprisingly well-developed with a mayor who brought in an ostrich farm and constructed a poorly attended mall. You really can’t ask for much more from 90 minutes of escalating mutations.

EATING RAOUL (1980)

Preface

I previously posted about EATING RAOUL but do not feel like I did the film justice, so I hope you enjoy this revisitation.


The 80s were an inflection point for deviant indie films, perhaps best encapsulated by John Waters and POLYESTER and HAIRSPRAY, but also surprise hits like EATING RAOUL. These were films that pointed the limelight on the disenfranchised folks living on the sidelines of society, especially those who were more sexually divergent and kinky.

Writer/director/actor Paul Bartlel’s piece is a brilliant work. EATING RAOUL is a perfect encapsulation of what indie films can be: they call out the hypocrisy of heteronormative people, of personal repression, but by having the protagonists — Mary & Paul Blank (yes, not a subtle surname. Also, the protagonist couple are played by mainstays Paul Barlet and Mary Woronov and retain their real first names for this work) — staged as a post-WWII TV version of couples, even down to the single beds.*

“Yet so popular with the broken and destitute.”

To quickly summarize: Paul & Mary are a very straight-laced couple, living in a building mostly inhabited by swingers. They have dreams of ditching their respective jobs as a liquor store employee and nurse in favor of opening their own restaurant. In order to do so, they have to raise $20K (later $25K) to buy the Victorian abode they want to house it.

Given their current jobs, they realize that’s not feasible. So, Mary posits herself as a dominatrix and they start murdering her clients and stealing their wallets to help fund their restaurant.

“And whatever they want to do? Stop if it draws blood.”

They start fretting about the security of their apartment and enlist the help of a security specialist, Raoul, who eventually shows his true colors as a thief. Mary becomes entwined with him, and matters escalate.

“I don’t mind paying cash for gash as long as it’s class.”

It is worth noting that EATING RAOUL did become somewhat of a mainstream hit, partially because of its sensationalism, but I like to think it’s mostly because of its wit and performances.

“We like B&D but we don’t like S&M. We met at the A&P but we don’t like labels.”

I cannot overstate what films like EATING RAOUL did for the youths of the 80s and 90s. These were eye-opening films that presented a completely different world, films that eschewed heteronormativity, films that allowed misfits like myself to feel seen and accepted, all while being enthralled and laughing the entire time and never shamed anyone, even the norms. Sadly, that era seems to be over, but like with everything, the pendulum will inevitably swing back.

“Mary, I just killed a man.”

“He was a man, honey. Now he’s just a bag of garbage.”


  • As someone who is 1) an extremely light sleeper and 2) as someone who has dealt with abuse so I’m always on high alert, I don’t love the visual shorthand of two beds as sexual repression, because sleeping in separate beds can actually be a great thing for all parties involved, however: the message here is succinctly conveyed.

BARRY (2018-2023)

PRELUDE

No spoilers here, just (hopefully) a succinct bit of word-garbage.


BARRY’s premise initially seemed a little too sweaty and off-putting to me. It was as if creator Bill Hader got high and turned to his friend Alec Berg and exclaimed: “Now, now, now! Hear me out! I have the best idea! An ex-soldier turned hitman wants to be an actor! Do you want in?!”

I was thrilled to find that it was far more considered and thoughtful than that.

BARRY was stylish without being showy — long shots whenever action became intense (technically harder to pull off!) — and comedic without undermining the drama.

It’s worth noting: Hader loves film. He loves everything about film. Just read this New Yorker interview with him and he comes across as a young(-ish) Scorsese — someone who knows how to write, direct, and shoot films, even down to the lenses he wants to use.

So, it’s a shame that BARRY’s series finale was completely over-shadowed by SUCCESSION’s (brilliant) finale, as it was a thunder-blast. Some found the last season to be treading water, but I didn’t; it was a reckoning and meditation on what it takes to come to terms with your past.

Also, goddamn, the set-pieces. BARRY is very, very good at solitary and dramatic moments, but it absolutely kills (no pun intended) when it comes to action sequences. Absolutely nothing like it on TV now and, sadly, probably won’t be for a while.

Lastly, I’d be remiss to neglect to mention the cast. Everyone here is amazing, but especially the chaotic energy of Anthony Carrigan, Stephen Root (who goes through an amazing transformation), Sarah Goldberg who is revelatory and was really put through the wringer, and oh yes, Henry Fucking Winkler. It’s an embarrassment of riches.

BIRDS OF PREY (2021) [REDUX]

I’ve repeatedly said that I will never, ever shut up about Harley Fuckin’ Quinn.

However, I’ve never quite said why.

It’s been rare for me to identify with a fictional comic book character. (Yes, I know Harley started off in the animated Batman TV series. That’s not my Harley.) Aspects of ‘em, sure, but fully? No, not at all. (Silver Surfer came close, though!)

Seeing Harley in BIRDS OF PREY was like watching a sunrise. The light took a while to hit me, but when it did, I was gloriously blinded. (Then I was completely floored by HARLEY QUINN: ‘Being Harley Quinn’.)

While BIRDS OF PREY and the animated Harley Quinn series is essentially an ensemble action/adventure tale, it’s mostly about Harley Quinn — an ex-psychologist who has been consistently hypomanic since her acid bath — coping with a toxic, bad, breakup from a terribly abusive relationship and finding a quality support network.

I’ve been through enough shit to relate and I stumbled off of the ride each time and hated myself after. I won’t go into the details — they’re boring to anyone but me, and I will note that I’m not nearly as much fun as Harley but I do love to throw myself around like she does. Related: when I was tasked to pen my trauma list, it was far longer than I expected.

What’s different about Harley than other tales of this sort is: she doesn’t want to be normal. She wants to be Harley, not Dr. Harleen Quinzel. She wants to be weird and lean into her wants and literally finds herself as a transformed person. She doesn’t want to return to her old self; she can’t, not after what she’s been through.

That’s what I appreciate about her, because so many stories about trauma are about restoring what most consider normalcy — attempting to be the person you were before your traumatic experiences — and that’s simply not going to happen. Harley’s experiences fundamentally changed her, and she’s not capable of going back (although she realizes she needs to reel certain facets in a bit).

As you might have surmised, I’ve been seeing a trauma therapist. Upon our initial meeting she asked me: “What do you expect from seeing me?” I responded: “I honestly don’t know. I can’t forget what I’ve lived through. I am the person I am today because of those experiences, and I’m just here, trying to get help and trying to continue to exist.”

Harley Fuckin’ Quinn provides a balm. Is her story a fictional superhero redemption fantasy? Sure, but fictional stories and characters constantly prop people up — it’s part of why I write — and she’s a damn inspiration for me, obviously mostly due to the amazing team of writers who have made her the person she is today.

Which leads me to this very stupid endeavor. I have no tattoos. (Yeah, again, I am a misfit but while you might think I’m covered in ink? Nothing. Not even a self-inflicted ankle ankh.) For my first (probably not last) tattoo, I opted for Harley’s wraparound-arm. (See above.) I even got a temporary tattoo, just to test it out — because I’m taking this seriously, oddly more seriously than I normally treat my skin — and I couldn’t stop glowing and staring at it.

I’m thankful that my wife has patiently listened to me hash this out — she even found me the temps — and has been very accepting, as she’ll have to see it quite a bit and I feel better talking about potential body modification with a partner than solo. Also, I am middle-aged dude who will be wearing a tattoo that mostly teenage girls identify with so, uh, I know that’s not great. However, I’ve made my peace with that! I just know that I would regret not attempting this task, as inane as it may sound.

I am not proud of it, but I feel the need to hold onto the symbols and icons that aid a life’s journey, as pseudo-spiritual as that may sound.

“I’M THE ONE THEY SHOULD BE SCARED OF! NOT YOU! NOT MISTAH J! BECAUSE I’M HARLEY FUCKIN’ QUINN!”

METROPOLITAN (1990)

I avoided METROPOLITAN for quite some time. I watched writer/director Whit Stillman’s follow-up THE LAST DAYS OF DISCO shortly after it was released on DVD and thought: his candor and approach is simply not for me.

I eventually got around to METROPOLITAN more than a handful of years later — before he completed LOVE & FRIENDSHIP, an adaptation of Jane Austen’s posthumous novel PERSUASION — and did appreciate it but didn’t fall in love with it the way others had. I could feel the Woody Allen influence and had a hard time reckoning with that. (I admit, ANNIE HALL still impresses and MANHATTAN looks gorgeous.)

However, the other night I fell asleep watching Turner Classic Movies (TCM), which happens more often than I’d like to admit, and woke up about twenty minutes into METROPOLITAN and it suddenly snapped into focus for me: yes, the Allen influence is there, as it is a film composed of vignettes about upper-class wanna-be Manhattan intellectuals who spend most of their time talking instead of taking action, but the real influence is Jane Austen and I just never realized it, despite the fact that Austen is referenced more than a few times in the film, especially PERSUASION.

An aside: I came along to Austen late in life, after I had first watched METROPOLITAN. While I wish it had been sooner, I’m not sure I would have enjoyed her novels as much as I did when I first read them as someone older. I haven’t read everything by her; I have a copy of LADY SUSAN and PERSUASION in my daunting to-read stack. I was at a wedding last year and lit up when someone at our table started talking about Austen and — to the visible frustration of her date — peppered her with Austen questions, including whether I should read PERSUASION first or watch LOVE & FRIENDSHIP. (She essentially responded: “They’re both great! There’s no wrong way to enjoy them!”)

METROPOLITAN is comprised of a number of chapters in rich socialites lives, mostly viewed from the point-of-view of lower-middle class nerd Tom Townsend (Edward Clements). Well-to-do Nick Smith (Chris Eigeman, who you may recognize from GILMORE GIRLS) takes a shining to him and guides him into his inner social circle, teaching him how to present as one of them. One of the women in the group, Audrey (Carolyn Farina), develops a crush on him but is too meek to do anything about it and watches as Tom pines for Serena (Ellia Thompson) while Serena is involved with an overly-confident, pony-tailed man named Rick (Will Kempe).

In other words: it’s all about repressed emotions and manners and presentation and social navigation, which Austen is very well-known for.

The primary allure here is the dialogue and interplay of characters, and the performers step up perfectly. There’s a rapport and tension between all of them that feels absolutely engaging. I’ll note that it’s shame that, apart from Eigeman, few of them have appeared in many other works.

For Stillman’s first film, he has a remarkable command over pacing and editing. While scenes often end abruptly via a fade-out, it manages to feel naturalistic. Additionally, the blocking is exceptionally handled, as well as John Thomas’s framing. Everyone is exquisitely laid out in ways that speak magnitudes of their character and conflicts, and Mary Jane Fort’s costume design fits perfectly for this world. (I’ll note that it was her first endeavor, but unlike most of the actors, she’s had a long career fashioning for film and TV.)

I will admit that the score is often overly-repetitive, but suits the film.

This is one of the fantastic facets for me as to having TCM constantly running in the background: it’s consistently about revisiting films, sometimes as comfort, but also often for re-evaluation, and I’m glad I did so for METROPOLITAN when it’s doubtful I would have otherwise.

“They’re doomed; they’re bourgeois; and in love. They’re all so … Metropolitan.”

DOOM PATROL S1 (2019)

I ignored the DCU TV efforts when they first launched. I had no interest in signing up for yet-another streaming service, much less one solely focused on rehashing works like DOOM PATROL that I had already read and loved and didn’t want a watered down distillation.

“What is this place?”

Now that all of the DCU TV efforts have been merged into Warner Bros/HBO, it’s far easier to watch them, and holy fucking shit, they’re all amazing, all swing-for-the-fences efforts that somehow have managed to chug along for the entirety of the pandemic.

“It’s a safe place for you to heal. You, and others like you.”

I should have known better. DC doesn’t micromanage their TV creatives the way Marvel does. And DOOM PATROL is amazingly devastating.

Unlike Harley Quinn, I’ve actually been very familiar with DOOM PATROL for years. I have read the entire Morrison run twice over. Shared it with my wife. While I probably should have read it when the original issues were rolling out while I worked in a comic book store, reading them in my late twenties was good enough.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

Unsurprisingly, as someone who has been diagnosed as having anxiety, hypomania/bi-polar/whatnot and PTSD (yeah, I’m a fucking shitshow), ‘Crazy Jane’ with her 64 mindsets is the character I identify most with. Diane Guerrero portrays that sort of mental whiplash perfectly.

“Ooooh, please touch me…”

(I’ll note that I have no idea how many appleboxes they have to use to block scenes with Diane Guerrero, but it has to be more than a few. However, her performance has a ferocity that measures her above every one of her co-stars.)

This show is immaculately cast and paced and costumed. April Bowlby is perfection as aloof and fallen Hollywood star Rita Farr, and the extremely form-fitting attire is an amazing narrative nod. Brendan Fraiser’s voice-over work for robot Cliff Steele is astoundingly vulnerable, and the physical effects for him are so tactile. Matt Bomer’s queer confliction as Larry Trainor +1 is so well-penned.

I have no idea how they talked Timothy Dalton into this, but he’s the best Chief you could ask for, and the house they’re shooting in? I want to go to there. It’s all rich Victorian wood and feels old and lived in and haunted. (I actually think I have been, as it looks like one of the WB lot houses, but they did a lot of great work with it!) Also: CIint Mansell provides the score! Alan Tudyk is Mr. Nowhere!

Everyone involved knew what they needed to do, and they did it to perfection, even if they were doing it in service of a bunch of misfits unfit for society.

I am shocked at how good it is, although it is not a subtle show. This isn’t ‘just good’ for a comics adaptation, or ‘just good’ for a genre TV series — it’s a great show, full-stop.

It’s the first show to remind me of SENSE8 in a long time, despite the fact that it is a pretty sexless show. It’s all about misfits trying to come to terms with their realizations and reckoning with them, and we do not have enough of that.

“Do you remember what it felt like? […] To be normal?”