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.
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.
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.
"And I believe," he said in the clipped accent of a wee bairn, "that children are our future."