Saturday, June 3, 2017

TV review: "Santa Clarita Diet"

It must be hard for new TV shows to stand out these days -- there are scores of channels, plus streaming services like Hulu and Netflix, all competing for viewers' time.

One way to stand out, of course, would be to produce an outstanding show. Clever writing, top-knotch acting, smart dialog,  Quality programs will find an audience.
Drew Barrymore in "Santa Clarita Diet"

That's not the route chosen by the producers of Netflix's new show, "Santa Clarita." Their recipe to get attention is more like this: Shock, disgust and offend.

I don't want to say too much much about this show -- not for fear of spoiling it for you, but because, after watching,Episode One, I literally don't want to think about it. This is a show that's painful to watch.

Here are few clues: Cannibalism, blood spurting from body parts, and lots and lots and lots of vomit.

Sounds great, huh?

The script, apparently written by middle school boys, strives to include a crude sexual or genitalia reference every minute or two. It starts with a discussion of "humping" in the first 30 seconds, followed later by "boning" and "spank bank," and a gratuitous use of "vagina." Beevis and Butthead would be proud.

You want shock value? ,Hey, this show has it.  You want quality? Keep looking.


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