Tonight, I'm watching the AMC miniseries remake of the 1968 BBC series original. So far: ugh. This version completely misses the Fellini-esque and theatrical atmosphere and humor of the original, which worked because it was funny, in a serious way. The tongue-in-cheek acting style made the dread more dreadful. The style and tone of the original could not be separated from the substance. This remake I'm watching is straight-up realism, with nary a wink to the audience. This leave us with just the story, which isn't complete--isn't the story the filmmakers seem to think it is--without the self-knowing theatrics. Boris Karloff and James Whales could have taught these people a thing or two.
I can smell the bacon frying in the pan and it's boring.