Santa Clarita Diet (2017-)
When Netflix hits a home run, they knock it out of the park, hit some innocent bystander on the head, bury them, and wait for them to come back to life clutching their pearls and wreaking havoc on suburbia. At least that’s what I imagine happened when the pitch for Santa Clarita Diet was, umm, pitched.
Unless you’ve been dead and buried since the streaming service started to control our lives, you have Netflix and have sat down to binge watch more than one of their original shows. Unlike the Amazon pilot season, which gives viewers (and the platform) the opportunity to check numbers before green-lighting an entire series, Netflix does what it wants. Which is dumping an entire season of a show on their service and waiting for the unsuspecting masses to find it, gorge themselves, and wait, angrily, for the next season.
Santa Clarita Diet was only slightly different in that there was some seriously obtuse advertising that preceded the release. What the hell was this show going to be about? Where the hell has Drew Barrymore been? And why the hell don’t we have more television shows featuring Timothy Olyphant? A little digging and the answer to the “most important” question proved to be easy enough to find. These people eat people. The rest, you just had to sit and watch to learn. And to laugh.
|Not sure if this is a requirement to become a realtor or not...|
Beginning to question her lack of heartbeat, thickening blood, and dying pain receptors, Sheila starts to tap into her more primitive desires: meat and sex and murder. In a moment of unbridled passion and hunger, Sheila takes a bite out of Gary’s (Nathan Fillion) fingers and realizes that this is what she’s been after the whole time.
But really, who isn’t after a piece of Nathan Fillion.
What this is, is being a zombie. And what happens after that is rife with humor, copious amounts of gore, and some twists on popular zombie lore that prove more interesting than what many fans of the genre, and especially non-fans, would think possible. Fueled with the knowledge their neighbor’s geeky, awkward kid can provide Sheila, Joel, and their daughter, have to figure out how to keep this undeadly secret in the family, off the cul-de-sac, and away from the dirty cop who lives next door.
|When life hands you a zombie wife, smoke out with your copy neighbor.|
|Nothing to see here. Everything is perfectly normal.|
|It'll cure what ails ya.|
|Actual blowing of chunks.|
Zombie Honey Rating: 100% Sustainable Protein