as informed in Photo: Saeed Adyani/NetflixSanta Clarita Diet is a one-joke comedy.
Once we learn that Sheila has a mysterious curse-like condition that renders her, um, dead, and craving human flesh, Santa Clarita Diet becomes an exceptionally gruesome and sardonic comedy about marriage and parenting with overtones of an addiction narrative.
Santa Clarita Diet isn’t awful — every episode has a few good laughs, and you’ll probably just let Netflix keep cycling through to the next episode rather than switching over to something else, which is the yardstick of creative success for streaming services these days.
If Santa Clarita Diet were more brazen and outrageous and less obviously afraid of alienating its core audience — people watching on a laptop or phone, hopefully in relative privacy and not at, say, a restaurant or preschool or doctor’s office — it might have been a lot more satisfying.
Their lives take a very dark turn one day when Sheila projectile barfs while showing a house.
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“We Can’t Kill People!” · Santa Clarita Diet · TV Review Sheila’s tasted blood and she wants more in her Santa Clarita Diet · TV Club · The A.V. Club
Unbeknownst to Joel and Sheila, their daughter Abby (Liv Hewson) is handling the whole “my mother is a zombie” thing by acting out.
But murder isn’t the only problem the Hammonds are about to tackle.
What was slightly disappointing in “Episode 2” is that the other cop neighbor, Rick (Richard T. Jones), doesn’t make an appearance.
She’s not wrong, but the Hammonds aren’t in a position to have more issues compounding their current problems.
“Episode 2” doesn’t get into the details, but presumably this suburban Bonnie and Clyde are going to figure out a way to target bad guys.
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