Intermezzo: A Review of Alien Earth
"Don’t feel bad. Your tutor was Noah Hawley.” “Everyone’s a critic!” So goes the complaint of creatives the world over. And in a world awash in social media, where monetized outrage can turn a hate channel into a revenue stream, it’s easy to see why. While I can be critical of entertainment, I like to think I’m forgiving with most creative efforts. Case in point: I recently watched a much-lauded Korean neo-noir that struck me as disappointingly cornball, with action sequences so outlandish they’d make Michael Bay blush. I didn’t care for it—but I could see why others might. Hence, no takedown from me. But every now and then, you encounter something so poorly made, so narratively botched, that silence would be a disservice to fandom at large. Like a pool of acid, it demands barriers, warning tape, and a hazmat suit. That spill is Noah Hawley’s Alien Earth . And this post is your warning to avoid it like the wreck of an otherworldly spaceship on LV-426. 👽👽👽👽👽 To be clear...