Santa Clarita Diet

Season 1 – 80% – A charming comedy well cast that is unafraid to entertain. Brilliant verbal battles, visual grotesquery, fecal flashes for connoisseurs, and bitingly satirical variations on Desperate Zombie Housewives, not only because of Ricardo Chavira's presence – it's all here and you can take your pick. And the perfectly played duo of Drew Barrymore-Timothy Olyphant, with contributions from the charmingly peculiar Liv Hewson, combines believable family moments with a pleasantly uncertain anticipation of everything possible and impossible that could come in a given moment. The extension to another season is somewhat surprising, as Santa Clarita Diet has long resembled an uncompromising one-off snack, but the return to reality next door will be all the sweeter when hunger strikes again. Season 2 – 100% – Almost every line perfectly delivered, subtly escalating subplots leading to an unpredictable finale with a hundred twists, crazy dialogue and situations supported by a barrage of star guests. Santa Clarita has sat down to a phenomenal feast this year, dispelling thoughts of prolonged snacking after just one episode and proving that not all pearls on Netflix receive the attention they deserve. A piece straight out of the most luxurious catalogues of murderous rooms. Season 3 – 90% – A progressively more complicated screenwriting challenge with no equivalent anywhere on the TV scene. No matter what situation the creators found themselves in, no matter what unimaginable character crossed paths with the Hammonds, the viewer would find themselves in a completely different situation two or three episodes later, with an even crazier dynamic. Although the last episode cannot be taken as a complete finale, and its cancellation broke my heart like nothing else in a long time, I am somewhat grudgingly grateful that we got at least these three seasons. And even more so for the fact that this bizarre snack found such a devoted audience that will mourn it for years to come. (04/24/2017)