By Caitlin Herlihy
This weekend, I spent Saturday evening at home, cozied on the couch with my mom. My mom, an elementary school principal, insisted we watch A Series of Unfortunate Events on Netflix. After seeing the 2004 movie, I was skeptical of the show. However, it wasn’t as unfortunate as one may first believe.
Although we only watched one episode, I was able to get a general sense of the series. To my mom’s delight, the show follows the children’s books very closely. Three orphans are sent to live with their evil Count Olaf, a sinister actor hoping to scheme the family’s fortune. The attention to detail is a result of the book’s author, Daniel Handler, being an executive producer and writer for the show.
Just like in the book, Lemony Snicket breaks the fourth wall to address the viewer and define words, an element I loved in the books. While some critics find it charming, I grew frustrated by the frequent interruptions.
Although the acting was cheesy at times, the cinematography was beautiful, and I was surprised by the celebrity cast. While I doubt that I’ll finish the series, the first episode left me nostalgic for my childhood.