Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #1 – “Trial by Ordeal”

* Part 1 of 5 of the There Is No Fear storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #1 – “Trial by Ordeal”!

I’ve read Light of the Jedi! I’ve read The Rising Storm! I’ve read The Fallen Star! I’ve endured all that so you don’t have to, and logic dictates that the next course of action right now is to read some Star Wars: The High Republic comics. The one thing that I will appreciate is putting a species to a name. Every time they mention Twi’leks and Aloxians and Tholothians in the books I go “buhhhhh” and imagine humans anyway. Like, every single Jedi Master in my head is just Qui-Gon Jinn.

And why is it called the “High” Republic? Don’t ask, man.


Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #1 [March, 2021]
Written by: Cavan Scott
“Trial by Ordeal”

Star Wars: The High Republic (Vol. 1), Issue #1

”The galaxy is at peace, ruled by the glorious Republic and protected by the noble and wise Jedi Knights. As a symbol of all that is good, the Republic is about to launch Starlight Beacon into the far reaches of the Outer Rim. This new space station will serve as a ray of hope for all to see. But just as a magnificent renaissance spreads throughout the Republic, so does a frightening new adversary. Now the guardians of peace and justice must face a threat to themselves, the galaxy, and the Force itself…”

Final Thoughts

Just kidding! Now that we’re up to speed on just how high the High Republic is, we can begin our story. On Shuraden (the Republic Frontier), a creepy little tiny troll with wings pesters a Jedi by asking her if she is indeed a Jedi. “You have the shiny sword thing. Are you going to light it? The Ximpi have heard your signal, yes, we have. You do great things. Great, great things.”

The little Ximpi asks the Jedi if she’ll protect them; if all the Jedi will protect them. The Jedi woman is visibly annoyed (YOU CAN TELL BECAUSE THEY DREW HER THAT WAY) as she keeps moving forward among what looks like exotic plants and mountains. After a spell, she asks the Ximpi’s its name. Kanrii. She introduces herself. Keeve. Then she tells Kanrii to get the fuck away from her. She’s not that mean about it, but she basically says, yeah, fuck off.

BECAUSE A BIG SCALY LIZARD MONSTER CREATURE WEARING JEDI ROBES JUMPS OUT OF THE BUSHES WITH A BLUE LIGHTSABER! EGAD! RUN! DEATH IS NIGH!

Keeve busts out her out double-ended green lightsaber and starts fighting the thing. The lizard accuses Keeve of being distracted and open to attack. Keeve answers by lifting her hand and blasting the lizard guy with Force juice, sending him flying back 900 feet.

This is the part where I noticed that the lizard guy only has one arm. “What are you doing? Don’t just stand there!” cries Kanrii it what I assume is a whiny Urkel voice. “Lop off his other arm!”

Of course she’s not going to do that. Do you know why? Because this lizard guy, Sskeer, is Keeve’s fuckin’ Master. Can you get that through your lumpy prune of a brain, Kanrii?

Keeve hands Sskeer back his lightsaber and asks what they’re even doing here on this shithole planet with the annoying fairies from the Legend of Zelda. “You should be recuperating after your accident, and I should be preparing for my trials.”

Then Keeve realizes that Sskeer doesn’t think she’s ready yet. Fuckin’ lizard. She’ll lop off your other arm, you piece of sh–

“I have two things to sssay,” begins Sskeer. “First of all… if you are to be knighted, you need to watch your language. And sssecond… when it comes to your trials–”

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If we’re not here to eat pussy, then I don’t want to be here at all!

*opening credits*

Sskeer takes this Keeve sad sack over to these giant spires. “The Needles have stood for millennia,” he tells her. “Many have tried to climb them. Many have failed.”

So what is it, Pops? You need her to climb up some fuckin’ giant stalagmites? No kriffing fucking problem. OK, great! Sskeer had hung a Tythonian pendant atop one of the peaks. Fetch. Don’t fall. Don’t give up until you have it or so help him, Keeve, he’ll spank your ass ruddy.

“They’re so tall,” Keeve says in a small voice. Sskeer mocks her for being scared. “There is no fear,” she recites like a good little Jedi. “Only certainty.” Even Sskeer is like “yeah, that’s just rhetoric you little brat.”

But, soon enough, Keeve starts climbing a spire. Kanrii buzzes around her ear like a pesky gnat and asks if she’s really not scared. She barely answers before the spire cracks in half, sending her tumbling to a most assured death!

She plunges her lightsaber into an adjacent spire and stops herself cantilever-style.

“Phew. That was close. You could have died,” observes Kanrii.

“But I didn’t. And I’d rather not. Which is why I need to focus.”

Kanrii is self-aware enough to know that he’s being a giant buzzing fly in Keeve’s face and excuses himself. But another little Ximpi (Lekaki) shows up to ask Kanrii what the kriff he’s fucking doing. Why, he’s hanging out with his new best friend Keeve is what he’s doing! Hee hee hee! *buzz buzzzzzz*

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Come on over, Lekaki! Keeve and I are gonna find some pussy!

Suddenly, a deafening HZZZZZZZZ deafens even the most undeafenable. It’s a swarm of really, really, really big bugs (50 times larger than Keeve) who plow through all the ancient spires and knock Keeve tumbling to a most assured death!

It’s not a pretty sight.

Meanwhile, on the Starlight Beacon, which looks like this shitty little top spinning in space, Jedi Avar Kriss is chewing out Master Maru for not know where Sskeer is. First of all, Master Maru knows everything. Second of all, Sskeer should be here on the Starlight Beacon where we can all make fun of his missing arm.

Maru tells Kriss they are but nine hours from the dedication of the Starlight Beacon. He has to organize the arrival of hundreds of delegates. He has to test the damn beacon. He cannot keep track of every rogue Jedi Master. Now away with you!

Kriss is just worried about Sskeer, is all. He hasn’t been the same since the Nihil battle at Kur where he lost his penis… I mean, arm. Maybe he blames himself for the death of Master Malli (who ate himself to death gorging on spaghetti). Whatever it is, Kriss can’t “hear his song” within the Force and it’s getting her itchy.

Grandmaster Veter and Yoda arrive on the station with no other reason but to look grumpy. They have a boring meeting with the chancellor to discuss bacta manufacturing after the Hetzel disaster. Kriss is amazed at this “they” and “we” business, because that means that Yoda has returned to the Council! At least I think he does; he says something in Yoda-speak and he’s not very clear about it. Something like this: “Wash my butthole, I will!”

Veter has a gift for Avar Kriss! She’s going to be in charge of the Starlight Beacon! Isn’t that a lovely, wonderful gift? Being in charge of something instead of going out in the field and whipping your lightsaber at fiends and degenerates? “Starlight needs a marshal… and that marshal is you.”

Elsewhere, Keeve is falling from 9,000,000 feet as she avoids these giant flying bug things. “There goes my trial,” she thinks. “What’re the odds the drukking pendant is still where Sskeer left it?” The bugs head for Shuraden. Keeve decides, amidst the chaos, that she should still look for the pendant even though Sskeer is like “where are you going, doofus?” She boards a vector ship with Kanrii and flies off with Sskeer yelling and shaking his fist.

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No, I’m not sure. Maybe it’s a fleet of bombers piloted by Nicolas Cage clones. Yes, I’m sure, damnit!

Keeve decides it’s her duty to find out where the bugs came from. She gets the Starlight Beacon on the horn and advises them to do something the swarm of giant insects ravaging Shuraden.

Maru thinks on this. “It could be the ridadi, a species of star-locust that migrate through that area of space once a generation–” he suggests, “–but according to our records, they instinctively avoid inhabited worlds.”

Thanks for the help, Captain No-Help. Maru also suggests that Keeve ask them what’s up, which seems like a very good use of time. Keeve goes into full-page Force trance and becomes one with the bugs, as it were. She learns that they’re all flying at once toward “home”… toward… toward… “NO!” Keeve screams.

“Master Maru, how to the ridadi navigate?” she asks as she runs back toward the vector. Well, ma’am, they follow the magnetic pulse of the nearest star in the system, you silly goose you.

Except now something is interfering with the pule of the nearest star in the system. Ever heard of the Starlight Beacon? Yeah. That shit is in the way.

But they can get them back on track! Here’s how! *blows station up to smithereens*

Keeve stays ahead of the flying bugs as she sets her ship to replicate the Beacon’s pulse. Meanwhile, Maru will recalibrate the beacon with scissors and masking tape to change its pulse frequency (so that some other bugs somewhere will be drawn to it, most likely).

Next thing you know, Keeve sets the vector on auto-pilot and leaps out of the fucking thing. Everyone is saved!

“Padawan…” speaks an ominous voice behind Keeve. She gulps in terror like she’s about to be flayed and flogged. “You took the vector. And where is it now.”

GULP! “Um. Up there. Somewhere.”

Sskeer harumphs and calls the Beacon for another vector to take them home.

“Are you in trouble, Friend Keeve?” asks Kanrii.

“I don’t know,” Keeve responds. “Maybe.”

As Sskeer tromps across the Beacon with a fucking attitude, Keeve is hot on his heels trying to plead her case. “SIR, THE BUGS! THE XIMPI CITY! SIR!” Doors open up and reveal the haughty figure of Jedi Master Avar Kriss, who leaves Keeve starstruck. “Wow! I heard what you did at Hetzal! You’re… you’re crikking amazing!”

That’s enough cussing for one afternoon, little lady. Keeve hunches and shrinks about seven feet, worried about how much trouble she’s in. “Look, I know I didn’t finish my trial, but the Ximpi were in danger.”

Avar Kriss makes a face like she’s mad as hell. But it’s a total fakeout asshole move.

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Now clean the Beacon toilets. Your hazing has officially begun.

Kriss uses the lightsaber to chop off Keeve’s padawan braid and almost decapitates her in the process, and it would have been deserved. Did you see how she stole that vector?? Inexcusable!

Later, at the Starlight Beacon dedication ceremony, Kriss stands up in front of all the padawans, knights, delegates, and members of the United States Republican Party and gives her speech about hope and peace. All the while, Keeve stands there like “Am I really here? Someone pinch me!”

“Am I ready? No,” she thinks. “Will I ever be ready? Same answer – but I’m gonna try. After all, Sskeer believed in me. That’s why he took me to Shuraden. He knew what would happen. The Ximpi. The ridadi. All of it.”

Kriss continues yapping about the Force this and the Force that. For light and for life and whatever.

“It was all a test. A test he planned through the Force. A test I passed. I won’t let them down, Sskeer. Avar. The Order itself. Not now. Not ever.”

A shadowy, hooded figure emerges through the doors. Sskeer looks up to the heavens and screams “NOOOOOO!”

And that’s the sudden end of the issue.

Final Thoughts

Yeah, whatever. Here’s another one for the Star Wars nerds who want to keep up with everything canon they can possibly get their hands on. Let’s see if the story improves as we go. Those Ximpi would probably be tasty all barbecued up.

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7 – “The Talons Strike!”

* Part 1 of 6 of the City of Owls storyline *
* Part 1 of 15 of the Night of the Owls crossover event *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7 – “The Talons Strike!”! In the previous storyline… you know what? I don’t remember anything about it anymore. After all, it was only the very first fucking DC story I’ve ever read! So forget about it for now. I’m finally getting to the Night of the Owls event! And not four years too late!

So, enjoy the ride that will assuredly take years due to all the tie-ins I don’t really want to deal with right now. Nightwing Vol. 3? Red Hood and the Outlaws? Bleeeeccccch. Someone jam a stick up my peehole.


Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7 [May, 2012]
Written by: Scott Snyder
“The Talons Strike!”

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7

“Some ancients believed that the moment of death brought with it visions. Not just visions of one’s past, or of things known to the dying… but visions of one’s self as one truly existed in life…”

The pages are dolloped with this narration while we see a flashback of Bruce Wayne deciding that he will become that Bat that we oh-so know and “love”. As you recall, he was sitting in a lavish chair in his dad’s lavish study when a fucking diseased flying rat crashed through one of the windows. Bruce didn’t even miss a beat during his jerkoff session.

Some strong symbolism happens: the wounded bat flies away and gets grabbed in the talons of a healthy owl! Write that one down, it’s assuredly going to come up later.

“They believed, the ancients, that these final visions often went beyond what was known to the dying man in life… that they constituted secret truths about his life, revealed.”

The owl eviscerates the bat and eats it’s delicious, delicious innards.

“Some truths were comforting. Some were heart-shattering.”

The owl stares out of the page with its scary ink-on-paper yellow and black eyes!

“Either way, these visions were meant to offer a sense of closure so that he may leave the world in peace, knowing all there was to know about himself. A vision of himself as he truly was. Reflected in the burning eyes of his god.”

A woman crudely jumpstart’s Batman’s heart in the back of a van with jumper cables and a battery. He is so overcome with gratitude that he shoves her out of the way and runs out of the vehicle hootin’ and hollerin’ about leaving him alone. Her name is Harper and I have no fucking clue who she is.

“And you—you who stand before us now—will certainly find yourself changed… when you open your eyes. Which you will do now…”

A figure opens his eyes revealing, from his point of view, a whole slew of creepy individuals wearing masks. The Court of Owls, as it were. The awoken man is veiny and you can see his nipples. There’s a really good nipple shot coming up, I swear it. The man has been “restored” and improved upon: stronger, faster, immortal. Battle wounds will heal instantly. Diarrhea will no longer affect your life as profoundly as it had before!

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7

Titty!

Huzzah for the Court of Owls! They will take over Gotham a restore order to the fair city. And offer free ice cream to all the burliest men. No children.

Batman slinks through the sewer, as he does. But he’s not in good shape. He ends up at a gate that says “No Trespassing” on it, which I believe means exactly what it says on the label. A man sticks his double-barreled shotgun through the gate. “Identify yourself!”

“It’s… me,” Batman says weakly. Not very heroic, honestly.

“MASTER BRUCE!” says the bald, thinly-mustachioed gun-wielder. “MY GOD…”

Alfred, with tears in his eyes, drags Batman through the corridor that presumably connects this part of the sewer system to Wayne Manor’s fanciest toilet. Or the Batcave, I suppose. Batman is terrified to see the dead body of an Owl propped up like Hannibal Lecter. “We discovered his body in the frozen water,” Alfred says, “near the spot we detected the short beacon from your suit.”

“I moved the body here to the Batcave for examination,” Alfred continues. “Let’s get you to the medical station.”

“No.”

Batman wants the dead guy in the medical station instead. You know, for funsies.

Meanwhile, the lavishly-dressed Owls are continuing to indoctrinate Mr. Man-Titties by showing him slides of Batman and going “HE IS YOUR ENEMY”. They replace the man’s armor. “Tonight, we will strike down our enemy. Not just strike him down, but tear him apart. Limb from limb. And eat his bones.”

Egad! Not the bones!

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7

Not now, son! Daddy’s using his BDSM chair!

Robin – or Red Robin, not sure – comes downstairs to bug Bruce even though the tired sack of crap has told the old man repeatedly to keep the riff-raff out. “Geez, Bruce, what did they do to you?” Red Robin asks. Bruce looks like someone dragged his face across a cactus that someone defecated on.

He tells Red Robin that the dead Owl was named Talon. An assassin for the Court of Owls. He may be dead, but the Owls seemed to have synthesized a compound found in his body that can reanimate his dead cells if they want to. Bruce found a significant amount of electrum lodged in the man’s anus! Or in his cells, actually, and all this electrum can bring him back from the dead. Bruce read about it once in a copy of Scientific American. Or maybe it was Hustler, and it was a naked woman. Hard to remember.

Anyway, he had a tooth shaped like an owl that deposited the electrum into his body for decades. The Owls woke him up like an ignition spark for the sole purpose of killing. Once this electrum compound bonds with the cells, they’re capable of getting reactivated over and over.

Batman (Vol. 2), Issue #7

“I took a tissue sample, Dick” sounds dirtier than it should.

So how do you take a guy down that can come back to life ad nauseam? Well, first of all, try burning the body, stupid. Or cutting off the head. Do I really need to answer this question for you? Bruce decides that cold is the way to go, so he’s pumping him full of very expensive freezing solution to keep him at bay.

Oh by the way, Red Robin: his name is William Cobb and he’s your great-grandfather! lol

This is Dick Grayson, by the way, so it’s actually Nightwing. Sorry. How confusing for all of you.

“You know, Bruce, I get that you think you’re protecting me by keeping your secrets. Or rather, I get that you want to think that’s why you keep secrets like this. But since we’re being so honest and up front – right? Let’s just admit that both of us know the person you’re really protecting is yourself. From needing to have a damn human emotion!”

Ooouch, tough talk there, Dick. He’s going to growl at you for sure now.

Dick pushes it and pushes it until, finally, Bruce cracks him across the jaw, sending blood flying everywhere. Then he picks up a gold tooth with an owl on it. “You were supposed to be one, too, Dick,” he says, pocketing the gold for later bartering! You see, all the circus stuff? Training! Training to be a Talon. To be a killer, Dick. A killer.

His blood gushing all over the place, Dick asks Bruce how he knows all this. And Bruce blah-blah-blahs about how every decade brought a new crop of child athletes from the circus, and how one was picked by the Court to become their newest Secret Assassin! It all makes sense! *fart*

This the part where Bruce complains that “his city” is actually overrun by these Owl fucks who think they run the place. “And I’ll tell you, Dick, if someone could have protected me from that truth, I’d have been grateful.”

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Quit bleeding in my cave, kid.

We end with the Court of Owls inviting a slew of ne’er-do-well-lookin’ assassins into their mansion headquarters overlooking the fine city of Gotham City (the City!) “Yes, this way! Come see! For tonight, we will not only kill our enemy, but we will take back our city! WE WILL TAKE BACK OUR KINGDOM!”

Final Thoughts

What kind of milquetoast shit is this? Let the Owls take over, see if I give a shit. They’ve obviously been running things for centuries; Bruce Wayne is just some nobody who’s getting in the way. So, yeah. Ax that motherfucker. Let the Owls reign supreme.

That’s the correct opinion, right?

Sucky Funnies for November 23, 2025

Today’s comics have a theme! No, it’s not Thanksgiving. There were surprisingly few strips today featuring good ol’ turkey. Sure, there was Baby Blues and Garfield, and maybe Herb made a nice meal for Jamaal. But no, fuck all that. Today’s theme is “comics that start with ‘M'”. Anticlimactic and unexciting! I bring the goods, baby.


Marvin

Marvin - November 23, 2025

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Let’s start with a hilarious Marvin! Cute and cuddly action hero Liam Neeson, shown here with a nose the size of an aircraft carrier, sits on a bench in Marvin’s bumfuck town soaking in the sights and sounds of Anytown’s diverse wildlife until Marvin’s grandfather interrupts him with various inanities. And for the folks at home who may spend 21 hours a day growing soybeans and wouldn’t have time to watch talkies, Liam Neeson reminds everyone that he’s “the movie star”. That way you remember to laugh!

I didn’t even notice Marvin sitting there the first time I read this. He could fit right up Liam Neeson’s nose, he could. That would have been a funnier punchline, but alas. We can’t have everything, can we?


Moose & Molly

Moose & Molly - November 23, 2025

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First of all, Moose is only carrying nine boxes. Second of all, if such a salesman tried to force his cartons of cigarettes on me, I’d box his ears to kingdom come! Moose is such a fucking pushover, man. If I were Molly I’d kick that zero to the curb!

I wonder what streaming service Moose’s duck TV show is on. I need to binge watch something today.


Mary Worth

Mary Worth - November 23, 2025

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Ha, look out Toby. Do you know what the Mexican cartel does to women who keep illegally smuggled parrots? I saw a video once where a man was stabbing the shit out of a young drugged woman in the face and throat after she presumably kept an illegal smuggled parrot! Only half that sentence is true, and you’ve awakened in me memories that will give me nightmares again for days. Thanks a lot.

Season 9, Episode 20 – “The Trouble with Trillions”

The Simpsons, Season 9, Episode 20 - The Trouble with Trillions

“The Trouble with Trillions”

Original Air Date:
April 5, 1998
Directed by:
Swinton O. Scott III
Written by:

Ian Maxtone-Graham

QUICK SYNOPSIS

Homer is forced to spy for the IRS after an audit, but when he is asked to retrieve a trillion dollar bill from Mr. Burns, he switches sides and the two flee to Cuba for refuge.

POINTLESS GUEST STAR(S)

None. It’s all Homer all day, baby.

WHY THIS EPISODE SUCKS

Nah, let’s start with the good. Most of the first act is flawless and promising. Ned and Maude Flanders being asleep at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Ned starting his taxes immediately upon seeing the fireworks. Telling his son that taxes pay for trees and sunshine. Hibbert mailing death certificates for holiday-related fatalities (“Heh heh heh heh heh!”). The mob at the post office submitting their taxes at the last minute. Kent Brockman’s accountant scrambling at the 11th hour. And, later, one of my favorite Chief Wiggum jokes of all time: “Be on the lookout for a maroon 1932 Stutz Bearcat.” “Eh, that’s really more of a burgundy.”

Once we get focused on Homer, the plot starts thinning out. Why would Marge trust Homer with doing the taxes, knowing that there was still a giant “to-do” pile beside the couch for three months? Why would the IRS entrust Homer, the biggest idiot this side of Idiot Town, with help apprehending a man who stole one trillion dollars from the government? It gets even worse once Homer arrives at Burns’ mansion. While there are a few good gags (Burns allowing Homer into his home by saying “perhaps I can find something to scald you with”), it runs off the rails pretty fucking quickly. Soon enough, Mr. Burns is trusting a man, whom he thinks is a magazine reporter, with knowledge about where he keeps the stolen $1,000,000,000,000 bill. He and Homer, with Smithers in tow, buddy up to escape the country to Cuba where Fidel Castro steals the money from Burns’ hands. The three of them end up on a raft in the middle of the sea where the episode ends and status quo will assuredly be restored. It’s all very stupid.

What also bugs me about episodes like these is mischaracterization. Never mind Homer, who now serves to be the main plot vehicle in almost every case, but you have Burns, an extraordinarily wealthy man, who hates the very government that helps keep him rich? Who is now so stupid that he doesn’t even realize he’s the one flying an airplane, let alone trusting Homer with sensitive information about a felony? Why isn’t Marge more concerned that her husband is one of the most wanted men in the world? Why does the family think they are the trillionaires now just because Homer embroiled himself in a zany scheme? Everyone is dumb now to the point of inanity.

And don’t expect it to get any better.

The Simpsons, Season 9, Episode 20 - The Trouble with Trillions

IMDb TRIVIA FUNHOUSE!

In one of his many characteristic anachronisms, Mr. Burns thinks that Homer is a reporter for Collier’s magazine, which ceased publication in 1957.
Good to see that Zombie Simpsons can be smart once in a while without shoving the joke explanation down your throat. In Season 17, Homer would probably say that it ceased publication in 1957, to which Mr. Burns would do a Kickflip McTwist or something out of the room.

Originally, Homer was to learn that he was a Native American, and would try to exploit it to not have to pay taxes. The idea had been going well for a few days, but the staff did not actually know whether Native Americans had to pay taxes. When the writers found out that they did, the whole plot had to be scrapped.
Way to go, Ivy League writers. A bunch of smarties in the room couldn’t figure out that American citizens had to pay taxes? Maybe they should write for Family Guy.

Mike Scully’s brother Brian Scully pitched the idea of the trillion-dollar bill, which they accepted, as they were out of ideas.
‘Nuff said, folks. That’s my cue to exit!


FINAL GRADE
C-

Wednesday, Season 1 – Macabre is in Vogue

Through the Idiot Glass Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this show and you haven’t yet seen it, or if you’ll be mad if you accidentally read any possible spoilers about it, I’m going to chalk it up to “not my fucking problem”. You have been warned.
Discussion Subject: Wednesday, Season 1 (2022) (Netflix)

Wednesday, Season 1
Hey, I think I like the Addams Family! I had a big old crush on Christina Ricci as Wednesday Addams when I was 3 years old! I have hazy, bizarrely twisted yet fond toddler memories of the 1991 movie. I heard this Netflix show was good enough. Why not?


The Premise

Wednesday is a coming-of-age supernatural horror comedy drama about Wednesday Addams (Jenna Ortega) at age 16. She gets expelled from school and her parents Gomez (Luis Guzmán) and Morticia (Catherine Zeta-Jones) decide to enroll her at Nevermore Academy, their alma mater, overseen by Principal Larissa Weems (Gwendoline Christie). The school enrolls, like, werewolves and shapeshifters. Wednesday’s talent is being off-putting, but she also has psychic abilities that she inherited from Morticia, apparently.

Wednesday has a hard time making friends at first, which is exactly the way she wants it. While she kept entangled in a murder mystery, she starts becoming closer to the people around her in more ways than one hubba hubba. But not really. Twists and turns abound until it is revealed that the real villain of the season is Christina Ricci (spoiler alert).

Wednesday, Season 1

Christina Ricci in an Addams Family production?? Preposterous!


My Half-Baked Thoughts

Wednesday teetered too closely to the edge of typical CW Network genre fiction for me to be 100% invested. I don’t know what you can expect from a supernatural show featuring twentysomethings playing teenagers, though, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. That said, the show was very enjoyable and the acting didn’t annoy me too badly, so chalk it up to a net win. I do have my criticisms, though!

Starting with the positives, Jenna Ortega nailed it as Wednesday. The saving grace of the show. Alternating between a believable cold exterior and moments of vulnerability fleshed out what is usually a one-dimensional character. Always the smartest one in the room, she spits out one-liners left and right that always landed for me. “I don’t bury hatchets, I sharpen them. “I brought my pocket mace. The medieval kind.” “If you hear me screaming bloody murder, there’s a good chance that I’m enjoying myself. “Sometimes I act like I don’t care if people like me. Deep down, I secretly enjoy it.” Trust me, it looks lame on paper but Ortega’s deadpan delivery makes these quotes POP OUT AND SHINE. Usually the titular character isn’t the best part of his or her own TV show (I’m looking at you Jerry “Seinfeld”), but it’s absolutely so in this case. Christina Ricci even praised Ortega’s performance, and considering Ortega did all of her research on Ricci’s Wednesday, this is the HIGHEST of both compliments and flattery. She even perfected the no-blink stare, which I noticed right away.

Wednesday, Season 1

Return with caution my unblinking gaze.

The mood of the show was just the right amount of serious and silly. Nevermore is a glorified Hogwarts. The plot followed your typical X-Files meets Buffy monster-of-the-week (in this case, the season) formula with some side plots. It was all good enough for one season, but if every following season of Wednesday is going to stick to the same formula then I’m going to lose interest fast. I wasn’t invested in the Wednesday/Tyler/Xavier love triangle at all. Did not give a shit. I didn’t like either of them anyway. Tyler had a very Dean from Supernatural vibe which I didn’t like, and Xavier was ugly and whiny. If she was going to date anyone, it was going to be Enid. Ha! I also didn’t much care for Wednesday’s psychic abilities as a plot-forwarding device. Apparently inherited from Morticia, who I thought was supposed to be some sort of witch? Isn’t that a bit of characterization from the original ’60s Addams Family series? What’s with the psychic abilities? It wasn’t enough to be an outcast in a school for outcasts, but throw some psychic abilities in the mix? Sorry, I don’t like it!

Wednesday, Season 1

Catching fish with grenades. Nature’s perfect bait.

If I had to bitch about one thing in particular, it’s the Addams Family themselves as a group wasn’t explored enough. Gomez, Morticia, and Pugsley are barely even in this show. Uncle Fester shows up once. I was expecting some level of involvement of the rest of the family throughout the season, but they only show up twice. Once to drop Wednesday off at Nevermore, then again during Parents’ Weekend at Nevermore. With Luis Guzmán and Catherine Zeta-Jones and Gomez and Morticia, respectively, there was a lot of potential that was sadly somewhat wasted. I would have loved to see more sibling dynamics between Wednesday and Pugsley, but they only share one major scene where he says he misses her and they throw grenades in the pond together to kill fish (“Your favorite bait” she tells him as he smiles ruefully). The family works better as a family, since they’re all an incredibly functional unit of bizarre outcasts that play off each other well. Instead, the show plops Wednesday into an environment full of cookie cutter teenage characters who are supposed to be outcasts themselves. But they’re all fairly normal kids? I mean, they’re werewolves and vampires sirens, but they’re normal kids. They’re nice and they try so hard to wrest Wednesday out of the cloistered, antisocial shell of her own making. I didn’t like that either! These kids are supposed to be appalled by Wednesday’s behavior at every turn! Not empathetic and understanding!

Wednesday, Season 1

Morticia and Gomez are just as nauseating as ever, by the way.

What the hell is this show?! Maybe I hated it!


Worth the Watch?

Yeah! No, it’s good enough. I plowed through the season in about a week, which is fast for me. Like I said earlier, Jenna Ortega’s performance makes this worth it. Some of the issues need to be tightened up for Season 2, but I’m not going to to hold my breath about that. I’ll get to it eventually.