What the fuck is it going to take to see the son get killed?
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Not feeling the finale.....
But Ephraim son is annoying as fuck though...
But Ephraim son is annoying as fuck though...
that part either shows weakness or arrogance or just bad direction, I'm not sure. You finish your enemy, you don't sit there and wait and watch. I'm shooting nail guns all in that sombitch. they let him get away.
this episode was very Walking Dead Like, complete with Carl 2.0. They were very passive in their attacks instead of being completely aggressive. it's like watching won a combat and the voice says finish him and they just let the body fall. That's how Walking Dead is to me just like this episode
and God I was hoping Carl 2.0 got killed
Yes
yepit still shits on walking dead. we got more out of this one season than three seasons of the walking dead.
and i like the walking dead.
Can't waitWalder Frey ole monologue'n ass
can't wait for that eitherWhat the fuck is it going to take to see the son get killed?
Not feeling the finale.....
But Ephraim son is annoying as fuck though...
Nothing happened. We all knew the kid would eventually see his mom all fucked up. Beyond that, Mexican Van Helsing and the Black dude quitting not much has changed.
definitely was a bit let down by the finale. It was a bit anticlimactic when it should have left off with something that would make me be like "shit, now I gotta wait until next summer to see what happens!!". Like, Rick and crew in he train car.
Not feeling the finale.....
But Ephraim son is annoying as fuck though...
I don't know why but the finale was a little...
underwhelming.
Could have been the frenetic breakneck action and pace the series started with I don't know.
But a WHOLE lot of speeches when they had a chance to KILL the Master (especially how ANGRY the old man was for missing a chance just a few days earlier)
And the kid faking the asthma attack?
After he has PERSONALLY seen the violence in the streets?
And the return of the mother was really disappointing.
Just seemed...off.
Either they weren't prepared for the huge positive feedback of the show...
But say what you want...
The Walking Dead knows how to hit those BIG reveals and moments ESPECIALLY at the end of story arcs of seasons.
And didn't like Eph drinking again.
underwhelming.
Could have been the frenetic breakneck action and pace the series started with I don't know.
But a WHOLE lot of speeches when they had a chance to KILL the Master (especially how ANGRY the old man was for missing a chance just a few days earlier)
And the kid faking the asthma attack?
After he has PERSONALLY seen the violence in the streets?
And the return of the mother was really disappointing.
Just seemed...off.
Either they weren't prepared for the huge positive feedback of the show...
But say what you want...
The Walking Dead knows how to hit those BIG reveals and moments ESPECIALLY at the end of story arcs of seasons.
And didn't like Eph drinking again.
You cant tell em nothing Playa, "This show shits on the walking dead"
Listen to be fair they had the benefits of like 5 seasons of the Walking Dead and they DID improve on many elements particularly pacing and created their own version of the genre. They came out the gate guns blazing with GREAT acting and completely unpredictable deaths great SFX humor and the benefit of being more modern.
But now seeing The Strain 1st season as a whole...
you have to say each season of WD had a beginning middle end within the larger overall story.
The Strain had this HUGE build-up and the reveal that the Master didn't die in sunlight DID NOT have the punch they expected.
Its funny I actually thought their 1st season would rival any of WD but just off the finale and a few decisions throughout? I got to say no but DAMN its an outstanding first season and I am hooked and in the current TV climate that aint easy.
finale needed some work. i still enjoyed it.
and while i like and enjoy the walking dead, the strain is currently a better show.
That old dude was trying to savor that moment
Grantland shitted on em
Not Even Corey Stoll Can Save ‘The Strain’ From Its Infectious, Fatal Stupidity
To paraphrase a Russian with a better accent than Kevin Durand, every bad television show is bad in its own unique way. Some frustrate because of wasted potential. Others infuriate due to clumsy incompetence. And then there are shows like The Strain, which are so deeply dumb that it’s hard to work up much of a reaction at all.
The Strain ended its first season last night on FX much the way it began: striving for high camp and barely clearing the bar for lowbrow kicks. I actually admire The Strain’s gonzo joie de mort: It takes guts — or at least a pair of what Bolivar used to have — to attempt to pull off a vampire invasion of New York City on a basic-cable budget. But again and again The Strain’s tentacle throat-mouth writes checks its smooth bottom half can’t manage to cash. This is a show about vampires, yet the vampire masks appear to have been bought on discount at a Halloween superstore. It’s a show in which even the most accomplished heroes pause to deliver a killer line before delivering the death blow (just so the big bad can safely get away), and where even the unturned characters speak and act like the undead. (Shouts to Mr. Fitzwilliams, who last night delivered his long-overdue cry for independence without moving a single muscle in his body. “Yes, I am complicit,” he droned, with all the emotion of a Tandy 1000.) When Dutch recognized a ghoul from “a gallery in Soho,” a smart show wouldn’t have had her hesitate, it would have had her open fire immediately.
Needless to say, The Strain is not a particularly smart show. Nor is it, I must say, a consistent one. Sometimes The Strain suggests that Manhattan, in the span of a week, has transformed into a dystopic failed state of roaming monsters, petty crime, and random explosions. Other times, the easygoing traffic on the Manhattan Bridge resembles a summer Sunday morning. I’ve seen New Yorkers more upset when the F train isn’t running than they are in Day 5 of a supernatural slaughterfest. Worse, The Strain doesn’t even pass basic geography: Three weeks ago, Zach Goodweather was able to use an old, battery-drained laptop (OK) to track his mother’s iPhone (fine), despite the Internet being down (sure). The live map he shared with his father clearly showed the phone in Brooklyn Heights. “She’s in Astoria!,” Eph Goodweather declared before running off to find her. That wouldn’t be a big deal if the Toronto-filmed show didn’t lead off nearly every scene with a nonsensically specific bumper. (118th Street; Harlem; etc.). Don’t tell me where you are if you can’t even manage to get there!
Yes, the show is fantasy, but come on. There was gravity on Tatooine, you know? On The Strain, it often feels like the rules are being made up as they go along. To wit: There is an entire city feeling the effects of a monstrous plague and yet the only ones interested in putting a stop to it are a senior citizen, an exterminator, two doctors, and (ugh) a hacker? (Did it occur to no one to maybe knock on the door of a fire station or police station?) The white worms are predatory and infectious, but no one bothers to wear masks or gloves. Vampires die in the sun except when they don’t. Vasiliy Fet’s goatee appears to change color from week to week. If The Strain doesn’t care enough to follow its own internal logic, why should we bother to try?
I can give you one good reason and one good reason only: Corey Stoll. As CDC doctor Ephraim Goodweather, Stoll is the beating, uninfected heart of a show that is dangerously lacking in brains. Over the past 13 weeks, Stoll was able to overcome leaden dialogue, nonsensical decision-making, and a fakakta hairpiece that would be better served on Animal Planet. He’s won me over even as Goodweather and his team have, piece by piece, lost an entire metroplex. As television increasingly surrenders to blockbuster excess, Stoll’s particular skill set has become even more attractive, not to mention valuable. There are few actors as gifted at communicating a simple, basic humanity. Through a combination of pluck, modesty, and everyguy charisma, Stoll is able to ground even the nuttiest flight of fancy.
Consider Stoll’s recent CV. In Midnight in Paris, he morphed Ernest Hemingway from cliché into character. On House of Cards, Stoll was the one warm body on a show beset by rampaging frost giants. (And it’s no surprise that all the heat left Cards when he did.) And last night on Homeland, [SPOILER AHEAD] Stoll made a brief-but-effective appearance as Sandy Bachman, the head of the CIA station in Islamabad. Though there are no vampires on the struggling Showtime drama, there are plenty of bloodsuckers and more than a few cartoons. In his limited opportunity, Stoll provided a glimpse of what a harried intelligence professional not under the spell of Claire Danes’s increasingly toxic Carrie Mathison might look like. And, in so doing, he gave much-needed legitimacy to a show with a worldview that had become as perilously bipolar as its heroine. The first time you see Stoll’s face, you might not remember it. But you remember him: his chatty-casual way of speaking, whether he’s demanding drone strikes, urban quarantine, or the qualities of a good prose novel. You remember the way he appears to have lived in the character’s skin for as long as that character has been alive. And whether he’s weaselly or heroic, you remember wanting to know everything it is that he knows: Why he’s done what he’s done, why he is who he is, and what it means for what happens next.
What’s funny about the plight of Stoll on The Strain is that those behind the scenes — Lost co-boss Carlton Cuse, novelist Chuck Hogan, filmmaker Guillermo del Toro — don’t seem to realize what it is they have. Rather than let Stoll carry the emotional load, they continue to toss heavy-handed schlock at the audience like mice in a Krazy Kat strip. Here are constant references to the Holocaust and 9/11, actual tragedies used as emotional kindling to distract from The Strain‘s own weirdly uncurious, dispassionate gaze. Here’s Nora’s senile elderly mother, packed into the pawnshop for no purpose other than to die, like a chain-smoking worm on the world’s most aggravating hook. (Attention apocalypsemongers: Can we please give a rest to the scene in which the hysterical, grieving woman is forced to mutilate the corpse of a recently deceased loved one? It doesn’t make them look tough or cool. It makes everyone look insane.) And here’s yet another apple-cheeked adolescent boy shoehorned awkwardly into a story to make the end of the world feel personal, 1 as if the end of the fucking world wasn’t the most personal story possible. Corey Stoll alone is capable of making me feel sad about Nosferatu taking Manhattan. Why can’t The Strain just let him try?
It’s this strange disconnect that disappoints most about The Strain. Winking grindcore horror can be fun, even for those who dislike the sight of blood. But The Strain isn’t nearly crazy enough for its convictions. (Give me Penny Dreadful any day. That show is insane, but at least it has style.) Nor is it serious enough to be taken straight. (I never thought I’d find myself longing for the relative subtlety and restraint of The Walking Dead, but here we are.) The thing is, there’s actually a fascinating story to be told about the fallibility of the American health care system and the scary reality of how vulnerable we human beings — with our soft skin and hot blood and frustrating lack of pointy ears — truly are. But that story is being told right now in the papers and on 24-hour news. The Strain is busy chasing shadows in the dark. Even the recently turned know an empty vein when they see one
http://grantland.com/hollywood-pros...e-strain-from-its-infectious-fatal-stupidity/
Not Even Corey Stoll Can Save ‘The Strain’ From Its Infectious, Fatal Stupidity
To paraphrase a Russian with a better accent than Kevin Durand, every bad television show is bad in its own unique way. Some frustrate because of wasted potential. Others infuriate due to clumsy incompetence. And then there are shows like The Strain, which are so deeply dumb that it’s hard to work up much of a reaction at all.
The Strain ended its first season last night on FX much the way it began: striving for high camp and barely clearing the bar for lowbrow kicks. I actually admire The Strain’s gonzo joie de mort: It takes guts — or at least a pair of what Bolivar used to have — to attempt to pull off a vampire invasion of New York City on a basic-cable budget. But again and again The Strain’s tentacle throat-mouth writes checks its smooth bottom half can’t manage to cash. This is a show about vampires, yet the vampire masks appear to have been bought on discount at a Halloween superstore. It’s a show in which even the most accomplished heroes pause to deliver a killer line before delivering the death blow (just so the big bad can safely get away), and where even the unturned characters speak and act like the undead. (Shouts to Mr. Fitzwilliams, who last night delivered his long-overdue cry for independence without moving a single muscle in his body. “Yes, I am complicit,” he droned, with all the emotion of a Tandy 1000.) When Dutch recognized a ghoul from “a gallery in Soho,” a smart show wouldn’t have had her hesitate, it would have had her open fire immediately.
Needless to say, The Strain is not a particularly smart show. Nor is it, I must say, a consistent one. Sometimes The Strain suggests that Manhattan, in the span of a week, has transformed into a dystopic failed state of roaming monsters, petty crime, and random explosions. Other times, the easygoing traffic on the Manhattan Bridge resembles a summer Sunday morning. I’ve seen New Yorkers more upset when the F train isn’t running than they are in Day 5 of a supernatural slaughterfest. Worse, The Strain doesn’t even pass basic geography: Three weeks ago, Zach Goodweather was able to use an old, battery-drained laptop (OK) to track his mother’s iPhone (fine), despite the Internet being down (sure). The live map he shared with his father clearly showed the phone in Brooklyn Heights. “She’s in Astoria!,” Eph Goodweather declared before running off to find her. That wouldn’t be a big deal if the Toronto-filmed show didn’t lead off nearly every scene with a nonsensically specific bumper. (118th Street; Harlem; etc.). Don’t tell me where you are if you can’t even manage to get there!
Yes, the show is fantasy, but come on. There was gravity on Tatooine, you know? On The Strain, it often feels like the rules are being made up as they go along. To wit: There is an entire city feeling the effects of a monstrous plague and yet the only ones interested in putting a stop to it are a senior citizen, an exterminator, two doctors, and (ugh) a hacker? (Did it occur to no one to maybe knock on the door of a fire station or police station?) The white worms are predatory and infectious, but no one bothers to wear masks or gloves. Vampires die in the sun except when they don’t. Vasiliy Fet’s goatee appears to change color from week to week. If The Strain doesn’t care enough to follow its own internal logic, why should we bother to try?
I can give you one good reason and one good reason only: Corey Stoll. As CDC doctor Ephraim Goodweather, Stoll is the beating, uninfected heart of a show that is dangerously lacking in brains. Over the past 13 weeks, Stoll was able to overcome leaden dialogue, nonsensical decision-making, and a fakakta hairpiece that would be better served on Animal Planet. He’s won me over even as Goodweather and his team have, piece by piece, lost an entire metroplex. As television increasingly surrenders to blockbuster excess, Stoll’s particular skill set has become even more attractive, not to mention valuable. There are few actors as gifted at communicating a simple, basic humanity. Through a combination of pluck, modesty, and everyguy charisma, Stoll is able to ground even the nuttiest flight of fancy.
Consider Stoll’s recent CV. In Midnight in Paris, he morphed Ernest Hemingway from cliché into character. On House of Cards, Stoll was the one warm body on a show beset by rampaging frost giants. (And it’s no surprise that all the heat left Cards when he did.) And last night on Homeland, [SPOILER AHEAD] Stoll made a brief-but-effective appearance as Sandy Bachman, the head of the CIA station in Islamabad. Though there are no vampires on the struggling Showtime drama, there are plenty of bloodsuckers and more than a few cartoons. In his limited opportunity, Stoll provided a glimpse of what a harried intelligence professional not under the spell of Claire Danes’s increasingly toxic Carrie Mathison might look like. And, in so doing, he gave much-needed legitimacy to a show with a worldview that had become as perilously bipolar as its heroine. The first time you see Stoll’s face, you might not remember it. But you remember him: his chatty-casual way of speaking, whether he’s demanding drone strikes, urban quarantine, or the qualities of a good prose novel. You remember the way he appears to have lived in the character’s skin for as long as that character has been alive. And whether he’s weaselly or heroic, you remember wanting to know everything it is that he knows: Why he’s done what he’s done, why he is who he is, and what it means for what happens next.
What’s funny about the plight of Stoll on The Strain is that those behind the scenes — Lost co-boss Carlton Cuse, novelist Chuck Hogan, filmmaker Guillermo del Toro — don’t seem to realize what it is they have. Rather than let Stoll carry the emotional load, they continue to toss heavy-handed schlock at the audience like mice in a Krazy Kat strip. Here are constant references to the Holocaust and 9/11, actual tragedies used as emotional kindling to distract from The Strain‘s own weirdly uncurious, dispassionate gaze. Here’s Nora’s senile elderly mother, packed into the pawnshop for no purpose other than to die, like a chain-smoking worm on the world’s most aggravating hook. (Attention apocalypsemongers: Can we please give a rest to the scene in which the hysterical, grieving woman is forced to mutilate the corpse of a recently deceased loved one? It doesn’t make them look tough or cool. It makes everyone look insane.) And here’s yet another apple-cheeked adolescent boy shoehorned awkwardly into a story to make the end of the world feel personal, 1 as if the end of the fucking world wasn’t the most personal story possible. Corey Stoll alone is capable of making me feel sad about Nosferatu taking Manhattan. Why can’t The Strain just let him try?
It’s this strange disconnect that disappoints most about The Strain. Winking grindcore horror can be fun, even for those who dislike the sight of blood. But The Strain isn’t nearly crazy enough for its convictions. (Give me Penny Dreadful any day. That show is insane, but at least it has style.) Nor is it serious enough to be taken straight. (I never thought I’d find myself longing for the relative subtlety and restraint of The Walking Dead, but here we are.) The thing is, there’s actually a fascinating story to be told about the fallibility of the American health care system and the scary reality of how vulnerable we human beings — with our soft skin and hot blood and frustrating lack of pointy ears — truly are. But that story is being told right now in the papers and on 24-hour news. The Strain is busy chasing shadows in the dark. Even the recently turned know an empty vein when they see one
http://grantland.com/hollywood-pros...e-strain-from-its-infectious-fatal-stupidity/
Not by angrly yelling "In the name of all that is holy"
That was him knowing the sun was not killing him. That was his que to go on the attack.
I think the son should be the main character of season 2 he's the best thing this show has going.
I think the son should be the main character of season 2 he's the best thing this show has going.
No,he's not...he reminds me of Carl from the Walking Dead and that one of many reasons why I stop watching that shitty show....
I think the son should be the main character of season 2 he's the best thing this show has going.
I think the son should be the main character of season 2 he's the best thing this show has going.
I think the son should be the main character of season 2 he's the best thing this show has going.
All I'm going to say is next season will be the season. The strain's first season sets you up for the action in the second season. The Finale was in a sense the beginning to the second book. Most people who have read it will agree. Just sit back and prepare to enjoy the ride.
I just finished the comic series and halfway through the 1st book...
They did good work, really good work laying the groundwork but that doesn't mean they get a pass for some of the decisions they have made up to and including the finale.
Damn...I really want to argue with this but I really can't.
However to discount the cool look fast pace and creative SFX is just wrong. It took a completely worn out vampire premise (just as True Blood fizzled away) and made it modern relevant and interesting. And with the Ebola stuff it hit at just the right time.
with ALL that stuff he wrote...
I still thoroughly enjoyed the show. And looking forward for next season.
I gotta catch ot from da very first ep. If da muthafucka doesn't die from sunlight then what???
Fuck that. He should have just murked him.
Folks are entitled to their opinions, m'nig. Not err'body in this bitch has to feel like you.
Ditto....lots of plot holes...primarily with network connections being down, but they always manage to get around that somehow (credit card @ the pump, tracking iphone, etc..), but I enjoyed it and really getting deep into the books.
No,he's not...he reminds me of Carl from the Walking Dead and that one of many reasons why I stop watching that shitty show....
Do the books go by the same title as the television show?
Is it a comic or a regular novel?
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Is it a comic or a regular novel?
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Yup.
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