|This is the absolute peak of Jason Ralph's awe face.|
Then an academic turns up dead for an interview, having left for Quentin a manuscript of the unpublished sixth Fillory novel, 'The Magicians'. He and Julia both find their way into a weird, extradimensional school called Brakebills, where he aces a test in which the questions keep changing, but she flunks. He is pushed to do real magic and then accepted onto the programme, while she gets a memory wipe that doesn't take.
|"And then I was shouted at by a fictional schoolgirl..."|
|Basically, never accept membership of any group whose recruitment method|
includes the threat of rape.
Quentin and Alice try to summon the ghost of Alice's brother Charlie, but nothing happens except a creepy smiley face appearing unseen on a mirror. Then in class, time stops and a man in a suit with a cloud of hawk moths orbiting his bare skull appears, murders the professor and the Dean, and looms menacingly over Quentin.
|Fair play: The Beast is creepy as all hell.|
The other problem is Jason Ralph, who as Quentin is... not very expressive. During his talk with Julia about how the school didn't see potential in her, I honestly couldn't tell if he was supposed to be awkwardly toeing the party line or being a colossal dickbag.
Also, while not great, it's not the superfun hot mess that The Shannara Chronicles was. It's got just enough going for it that I can't even get my full snark on. In a lot of ways not related to the plot, it reminds me of Wayward Pines, which also screwed the pooch on its adaptational pacing somewhat.