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Just as strong in its second season as it was in its first, Santa Clarita Diet has asserted itself as one of the best things to come out of Netflix. Fast-paced, witty, relentless in its goal to make you laugh and gag simultaneously, and surprisingly heartwarming, the show proves that the horror comedy is not only reserved for those that dwell in the musty corridors of genre filmmaking. Between this, Ash Vs Evil Dead, and Stan Versus Evil fans can rejoice that the sub-genre is alive and well.
Some would say Santa Clarita Diet subverts the family comedy by injecting elements of gonzo horror but I believe it reinforces the sugar sweet morals espoused in that breed of humor by approaching it in a gruesomely morbid fashion. And gory this is. While relentless delight is to be found in seeing Drew Barrymore regurgitate mysterious organs and gnosh on human flesh there is just as much delight to be found in the lengths that a loving couple will go to be supportive of each other and their family. Quite the balance is struck between these two seemingly divergent goals.
The standard dilemmas that often plague TV families are seasoned with a dash of the outrageous, a healthy helping of the bizarre, as well as buckets of blood, all of which give this creative dish a unique comedic zest. How zesty? Enough for me to use way too many food related puns!
Olyphant and Barrymore work fantastically off of each other's strengths and the supporting cast is just as good. It's also worthy to note that each episode packs in the perfect cliffhanger hook that makes you want to consume the entire season in one sitting. Fitting enough as the approx. half hour length of each episode turns out to be the perfect morsel.
In short, I was both surprised and utterly pleased to have indulged in the bizarre world of suburban horror hijinks that Santa Clarita DIet provides. Check it out!
