It's like Star Trek endlessly namechecking lists of classical composers but ending with Gul Fruku of Narendra 3 for space cred.
As always, Death is playing video games and bein' all mysterious. Typical.
Takin' Roy off the grid and shit.
Okay, we're still all loosey-goosey over here, we've only got an episode and a half left. I've got nothing.
Four people yelling across a table at each other like they're bad guys whose car just flew off the cliff. Is this the best use of our time?
The yelling went on way longer than falling off the steepest cliff would have. I want my money back.
Well. I suddenly feel nauseated. I didn't need to ever see Death By Maggot.
55% finished, no story progress.
Why isn't this better?
Oh, we're checking in with Adam finally.
The Them are turning into a fucking Coca-Cola commercial. They'd like to teach the world to sing, and also maybe not die today.
And the oldsters are heading to the second star on the right, and then they'll be straight on 'til morning. Cool cool cool.
No stunt casting available for the horsemen?
That old man is such a freakin' Karen.
If the end of the world is supposedly in 31 minutes, does Famine really have a job? It's just War and Death at the helm. The other two can't do shit because it won't matter.
The joke is, your car is on fire! Do you get it? Do you get it?
Long road to travel for a Wayne's World joke.
And that's the penultimate episode. Onto the finale. Let's finish these Omens off, Good or no.
Fuck. There's a lot of *story* in this book, will you get to some of it?
Good Omens is such a delight to read; it's fun and funny and weird and quirky and this miniseries has ZERO PERCENT of that heart. There's no joy in watching.
No fan of cutting dense books to theatrical run time.. but with this shouty, bloated approach.. it would be merciful.
"And I believe," he said in the clipped accent of a wee bairn, "that children are our future."
Okay, Beelzebub's hat is really fucking fly.
You, Dad/Satan, I learned it by watching YOU.
Aziraphale. You don't have a side anymore. You're all bottom, baby.
"Oi. Fuckin' hell, Agnes Nutter. I gotta deal with more of your bullshit? I was ready to NOT for a while."
A promising start comes to a dire ending, bloated and unearned. Good Omens deserved better than this.
@mondegreens so true!
Y'know, I'd really like if some of these ageless characters really liked music that isn't recognizable to the modern viewer "Oh shit, you don't know anything 'til you hear lithophone tunes." Ultimate hipster possibility but NOOOoooo.