The Haunting of Hill House
Last week, I said that I fully expected Netflix’s The Haunting of Hill House to “suck eggs.”
Last week, I was dead wrong.
I have to admit that I’m gobsmacked by this ten-episode chiller, which boasts: great acting, an intelligent script, superb direction and, last but not least, very few “jump scares.”
If you can get past the first episode — its flashbacks and numerous actors playing the same characters in different time periods are confusing – it’s terrific binge-watching.
My prediction sucked eggs.
The next time I’m feeling guilty about watching fart videos on YouTube, I’ll remind myself that the whole country is stuck in third grade.
I don’t know. Sounds like a compliment to me. Isn’t that better than a toadstool?
Hard to believe that Trump brought up “Horseface” again. I’d almost forgotten about her:
Yep, much scarier than Michael Myers.
Well, geez. Haven’t gay actors been playing straight characters for, like, forever?
I continue to enjoy pointing out inane statements made by cable news anchors, such as Fox News’s Arthel Neville’s observation that a Trump speech was “in his usual rare form.”
Cable news anchors, for their part, continue to enjoy blissful ignorance of both me and my comments.
Seems like a “win-win” relationship, to me.
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