...maybe I should give it time to still prove itself?
So I'm a real fan. And I've been looking forward to seeing how it would fare as a Netflix series: arguably the perfect medium for an adaptation.
And now, having seen the first couple of episodes?
It looks right. It's hitting on all the right cues visually. That isn't a problem at all (though at the risk of being labeled a racist I do think that Death should be the pale goth girl that she is in the comic). But something is off and it's making it hard for me to get completely engorged by this series. The first episode is a fine replication of The Sandman's premiere issue, other than introducing the Corinthian WAY too early in the story. But the pacing could have been better. The episode ran a little long and with some editing could have spanned maybe half an hour. There are ten episodes in this first season and I'm wondering if Netflix erred in devoting almost an hour to each one, when perhaps each issue could have thirty minutes of screen time devoted to it.
Speaking of the Corinthian, I don't really care for him being turned into the stereotypical bad guy of the tale. Again he looks perfect, but his execution is so wildly off that it corrupts the story around him. Then again, that is perhaps counterbalanced with touches like Cain and Abel, who are exactly like I imagined they would be from the book.
Apart from the matter of Death (which to be fair, I haven't gotten to see her really in action yet) the casting is strong in this series. Tom Sturridge is as close to a perfect portrayal of Morpheus as we're apt to get, and he brings the right intensity and sense of vengeance to the role. Vivienne Acheampong has won my approval as Lucienne. In fact, other than being gender-flipped from the graphic novel her attitude and speech are pretty much how I envisioned Lucien's. Charles Dance turns in a fine performance as Roderick Burgess, the sorcerer whose dark ritual imprisons Dream for a century.
Yes, all the right ingredients are there. But two episodes in and it's not resonating with me at all.
Or, maybe it really is simply the matter of being unfeasible to adapt The Sandman books. Reading about Morpheus and the spheres he influences is a dense exercise. It requires a fluid mind switching on and off between the worlds of waking and the Dreaming. Gaiman weaves a thick tapestry rich in metaphor. Which, is what the Endless (Dream and his siblings) are: anthropomorphic embodiments of the base concepts of the universe. How does that translate off the page and onto the screen?
I suppose I'll give The Sandman a few more episodes to convince me. But if not, there are the books and I will always treasure them for the company they have provided. Imagination is a beautifully protean thing, and some things don't need to be seen on the screen to be fully appreciated.
But I will say this: Netflix's The Sandman it is an admirable attempt. Maybe others will find it suits them in ways that a book cannot. And that will be fine, too.
