You may want to look away from this next article, because it’ll be terribly lugubrious (a word here which means looking or sounding sad and dismal). The Netflix series A Series of Unfortunate Events has just released its second season.
I know, hold back your tears. As if the depressing book series wasn’t enough, we now have two seasons of those terrible not-so-terrific tales of the Baudelaire children and their attempts to uncover their family’s dark past all while trying to escape the clutches of Count Olaf. That upsetting book series we all had the misfortune of being read in third grade has come back to haunt us. Sure, you could argue that the television series may star Neil Patrick Harris as Count Olaf, and it is a uniquely surreal darkly comic show that has a style that’s uniquely its own. Plus, it has proven to be incredibly loyal to its source material, and have a 97% rating on Rotten Tomatoes… but why bother? It’s so sad.
This season recounts the books five through seven, where the children are blown through a Wild West dust bowl down, a popular penthouse that’s so in, and a harrowing hospital that is guaranteed to upset anyone who dares to watch. As the Baudelaire children dive deeper into the secrets of V.F.D organization, they begin to face moral dilemmas that become more complex than just right and wrong. Meanwhile, there are hints that there is more to Olaf than just a money-grabbing criminal and a fabulous actor.
We get a few new characters in this season. These characters may not be the most important in the novel series, but that all changes here. But these minor characters are fleshed out into major roles, and the casting choices are immaculate (a word that means ‘free from flaws or mistakes’). Lemony’s brother Jacques Snicket (Nathan Fillion), dashing socialite Esmé Squalor (Lucy Punch), and nervous but quick-witted Larry the waiter (Patrick Breen) are seen consistently throughout the show. The series first season suffered some slow pacing, but that’s all solved as the subplot about the secret organization “V.F.D” is expanded.
Will Violet, Klaus and Sunny finally have some understanding of their parents’ death? Will they be able to remain free from Olaf’s clutches? Will they find out what V.F.D stands for? I’m afraid the answers to these questions may not be as optimistic as you think. But don’t worry, I’m sure there are many other things you could occupy your time doing. Things that make you happy. After all, what could this Vile Forlorn Description offer to you? Nothing but sadness and distress. If you want to see it, by all means, but the things you see won’t make anyone terribly happy. If I were you, I would just look away.