Man, I wish I’d been watching this when the rest of you were. Nonetheless, I’ll make my observations as I binge on a rainy afternoon.
1. This is creeping me right the fuck out, so good job there, Show. They almost lost me in episode 1, when Sean picked the “baby” up by the legs and conked its head on the crib rail. I never suspected it was a doll until that was revealed later; it’s been a long time since a scene threw me that much.
2. LOL to Dorothy’s “We’re blessed [not to live in South Philly]. This is by no means a comment on today’s South Philly, but it’s funny to hear it mentioned when we visited there so much as kids. My parents grew up there and left for NYC when they got married in 1953.
3. The way the camera lingers on all the animals Sean kills/preps/cooks makes me keep worrying that the baby will somehow become dinner.
4. And speaking of Sean’s profession: I’m totally invested in all the wackadoodle shit going down in this show. The ONLY thing I’m not buying into is that losing his sense of taste wouldn’t drive Sean completely nuts. I mean, I become almost deranged when a cold or sinus infection robs me of tasting my food, so I don’t believe for a minute that a chef wouldn’t be in the doctor’s office in a panic state the minute this happened.
5. The uncle was so, so gross and creepy. I have a thing about icky feet, and his were the ickiest. But did anyone else think his feet (and toenails, and fingernails, for that matter) were less dirty than DECOMPOSING?? Because they looked like the rotting extremities of a corpse to me. Just sayin’....
Lauren Ambrose is terrific, not that it’s any surprise. She’s nailing the neurotic entitlement like nobody’s business. And it is fun to see RG as her brother—excellent casting, indeed.