Every once in awhile, I plan on sharing with you, dear reader, something I have been enjoying lately. A recommendation, if you will.
This week, I recommend everyone watch A Series of Unfortunate Events on Netflix.
If you haven’t read the books*, A Series of Unfortunate Events tells the story of the Baudelaire orphans and the, well, series of misfortunes that befall them. Like the books, A Series of Unfortunate Events, the series morbidly charming, and provided a bit of escapism during these dark and dreary times. Thoroughly scrubbing the atrocious Jim Carrey film version from the timeline, the Netflix series starts from the beginning, The Bad Beginning to be exact, and follows the Baudelaires as they are bounced from guardian to guardian, all why being pursued by a nefarious theater troupe after their fortune.
Everything about this series is meticulously detailed, from the whip smart dialogue to the intricate sets. But truly the best part is the casting. K. Todd Freedman as Mr. Poe is a standout (Mr. Trick to all my Buffy fans) and Patrick Warburton is near perfection as Snicket himself (unsure as to how he hasn’t aged a day since the 90s).Generally, I find child actors to be unbearable, especially when they are playing precocious children, but Malina Weissman and Louis Hynes walk the line between intelligent and know-it-all-y, and keep you invested in their well-being. Neil Patrick Harris as Count Olaf is one of the weakest links, but only because the character is omnipresent and kind of annoying. Also, slight spoiler, but Will Arnett looks hot in a scarf.
Clearly this stems from the Bryan Fuller school of creepy whimsy, but that’s kind of what I, and therefore you, needed right now. Things may be shitty, but at least they can also be charming.
*aka me because I couldn’t get into them past the first one. I was 13, what do you want from me!