Where to find it: Netflix
Length: Eleven 50-minute episodes
Synopsis: Sleepy emo wants his stuff back (it’s a difficult story to follow and more difficult to explain)
Recommendation rating: 3/5
What I like about it: genuinely impressive visual effects, cool concepts, great British cast, Dave McKean’s distinctive collages on the end credits
What I don’t like about it: they said it was unfilmable… and they were right!
Review:
The conventional wisdom among TV programmers is that we’re all just waiting for the next Game of Thrones, with several nine-figure investments coming to fruition and chasing that *ahem* throne this year including a GoT prequel from Warner and a newer, Thrones-ier take on Lord of the Rings from Amazon. Netflix seem to be the only ones who understand that the lesson to take from that earlier show’s great success (the last of the traditional TV era) wasn’t that people love medieval fantasy.
This $165,000,000 production – the world disgusts me, by the way – comes the closest I’ve seen in a while to an engaging potential franchise, and the budget shows in its incredibly ambitious and generally beautiful visual effects. The literary and visual ambitions of the original comic are preserved and it’s a first-rate adaptation but there’s a huge lack of humanity to the tale; as character after character is thrown at us it becomes increasingly obvious that none of them have any actual… well, character. The pace is fine for comics but dreadful for TV.
Adapting the Neil Gaiman comic with too much reverence, this first season covers roughly 1/8th of the total source material but that eye-watering cost, combined with a comic-book plot too densely fantastical to connect with audiences at large, mean season two (at least at a comparable scale) may remain but a Dream…
Content notes (may contain spoilers): awfully gory violence, sex