Anyone who’s known me for a while will know that I am a relatively frequent attendee at MCM’s London Comic Con and Summer’s Hyper Japan. I’ve been attending Comic Con at least once a year since 2015 and Hyper Japan even longer. Although I wouldn’t call myself a veteran, it would be safe to say that I know what it’s like to be stuck in a building with 50,000 other people, including multiple Deadpools and Hatsune Mikus.
I was actually supposed to post a ‘Con Survival Guide’ I’ve had collecting dust in my notes for a while, but, to be honest, after my experience yesterday, I’m really not in the mood to be recommending anything along these lines.
So, one of the main reasons I go to Comic Con these days is actually for the comics, artists and authors, rather than the fan meets (that have long abandoned, for a few reasons) and, to start with the positives, let’s take a look at the stuff I got.
I’m not one to be easily offended by every other thing, so I wasn’t particularly bothered by the hate people had been giving a new Netflix trailer.
A great gal called Divya G happened to talk about it on YouTube and even decided to do a reaction video to the first episode. When I saw it in my subscription feed, I thought “Huh. Maybe it’s worth watching first episode before I watch her video.”
Let me tell you now that I didn’t even last for half the episode but boy, oh boy, did what I saw make me angry enough to rant…
I admit that Death Note means a lot to me and I won’t lie that my inner fangirl hasn’t clouded my viewing experience. Regardless, it’s still undoubtedly a terrible film, even without comparing it to the original work.
What’s most annoying for me is that the first 20 minutes actually showed promise. I was genuinely thinking to myself “Wow, this might actually be an okay film.” I mean, that scene where Ryuk was shown for the first time was pretty fun to watch but then Light shows Mia the Death Note and all redeeming features disappear along with my hopes that I wouldn’t be wasting my afternoon.
There are so many complaints I have with this sorry excuse of a movie, but let’s start with the elephant in the room: who thought that a psychological thriller that makes you question the true meaning of good and evil would do well adapted into a poorly thought out romance with a touch of gore for added shock value?