![]() Luckily, Love, Death & Robots season 2 improves upon the first, with eight shorts that cut down on the gratuitous nudity and violence and are speculative in a way that’s actually mature. There was nothing beneath their shiny surfaces. For a series that claims maturity, the majority of season 1’s otherwise beautifully animated shorts felt like exercises in adolescent hyper-fixation, with only blood, boobs, and gore as a thematic through-line. I enjoyed some of the first wave of episodes, especially Albert Mielgo’s “The Witness” and Robert Valley’s “Zima Blue,” but the sales pitch of animation for “mature, messed-up” adults made me cringe. ![]() It’s just not the biting high-school satire/bugfuck-crazy zombie film we were hoping for.My reaction to a second season of Netflix’s animated anthology series Love, Death & Robots was preemptive exhaustion. Jennifer’s Body has a cool score, Wikipedia gags and a handful of fun set-pieces, including a sex scene with supernatural interruptions and an ace punchline. One victim is described as looking like “lasagne with teeth” after falling for Jennifer’s siren call some of that nastiness on screen would have given the film some real sting.Īs is, we’ll have to make do with this well-meaning but muddled movie, where earnest stabs at real emotion rub uneasily against the generally snarky vibe. It doesn’t help that Jennifer’s jaws are stretched open with shoddy CGI, or that one death scene involves reaction shots from forest animals, or that the grue’s been toned down from Cody’s original script. ![]() We know this because there’s spooky music on the soundtrack, but director Karyn Kusama (veteran of oestro-pics Aeon Flux and Girlfight) resolutely fails to deliver any tension. As Jennifer rampages and Needy (Amanda Seyfried) realises something’s taken control of her friend - it takes a while as, oddly, Jennifer’s personality doesn’t change much despite the fact her body has a new, satanic tenant - there’s a series of scenes which are supposed to be actually frightening. When she’s chewing on Cody’s words, it’s silly, campy fun, though there’s occasional over-quirk - “It’s freak-tarded!” is the new “Your eggo is preggo!”Ī bigger problem lies with the scares. Cody hasn’t toned down her trademark smart-alecky slang-talk (or the pop-culture licks - the curse is put on Jennifer not by a gypsy, but an indie band desperate to be as big as Maroon 5), while Fox looks more at ease aiming her “smart-bombs” (breasts) at “salty morsels” (cute boys) than she ever did learning life lessons from sentient trucks. Optimus Prime would be appalled.īoth ladies, who share a passion for tattoos and thrash-rock, clearly have a blast with the material. As the owner of Jennifer’s bodacious body and the flirty, dirty villain of the piece, Fox purrs, “You give me such a wetty”, pukes up torrents of blue gunk and becomes a literal maneater, sinking her teeth into unfortunate jocks. If the frank, fresh-talking actress, who recently compared Michael Bay to Hitler, has been pining to be bad, here she gets her wish. She’s trodden this turf before, as a bitchy high-schooler in 2004’s Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen, but since becoming an A-lister she’s been stuck in bland, pretty-girl roles. Juno was spiky enough to not make it too jarring when Cody’s next script turned out to centre on a demon-possessed cheerleader. Thanks to indie hit Juno, the stripper-turned-Oscar-winning screenwriter is now considered hipper than Mad Men, Bat For Lashes and the garden bar at the Chateau Marmont put together. Undaunted, Jennifer’s Body arrives with two names attached that guarantee interest, and they’re both female. For every Shaun Of The Dead, there’s a Lesbian Vampire Killers. Splicing horror with comedy is not an easy thing to get right.
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