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It's been a while in coming, but the Starz adaptation of Neil Gaiman's
modern classic American Gods has arrived
in the UK on Amazon Video.
'The Bone Orchard' adapts the opening chapters of the book, with
protagonist Shadow Moon being released from prison early to attend his wife's
funeral, and making his way across country with one suit and a credit card to
do so. During the journey he encounters the shabby, one-eyed conman Wednesday,
who seems to know a great deal about him and offers him a job. He gets into a
fight with a seven foot tall, self-styled leprechaun, discovers that his wife
was having an affair with his best friend (and that they died not only in the
same car crash but in flagrante,) and accepts Wednesday's offer in spite of his
better judgement.
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After the funeral, he is attacked by a rabid VR helmet and subjected to
interrogation by a virtual young man, who orders his virtual goons to beat
Shadow to actual death. He is cut down from a lynching rope as the goons are
violently torn apart by an unseen assailant.
In addition, we open with a tale of stranded Vikings in an adaptation
of one of the novel's 'Coming to America' segments, and have a brief diversion
as a lonely online dater is consumed by the sex goddess Bilquis(1).
The series is stylish AF; moody and dark(2), with lots of half-muttered
dialogue and dimly-lit – although not indistinct; this is quality darkness –
scenes in the parts which follow Shadow's normal life. Where the action tips
over into the realm of the gods, however, things get a little screwy, from the
Red Lodge chic of Bilquis' boudoir to the Technical Boy's virtual limo, from
the use of wildly inappropriate diegetic music(3) to signal a disconnect from
normality to slow-motion violence in which incredible fountains of blood spray across
the shot.
With 'The Bone Orchard', American
Gods definitely establishes potential,
but I don't think it's realised it yet. This is not to say there is nothing to
like here, and oddly it's one of the more difficult scenes of the book that
comes out best here. At the funeral, Shadow runs into his best friend's wife, Audrey,
who is drunk off her arse and bitter as anything. Her awkward, angry attempt at
revenge seduction is hard to read and hard to watch, in large part because what could be cringeworthy comes across as raw
and real. The writing and direction deserve credit, but huge props to Ricky Whittle and Betty Gilpin for playing the
absolute heck out of the scene. It is this quality of reality that pervades
much of the series, and in particular marks the noir atmosphere of the real
world and juxtaposes with the hyper-stylised god world. Perhaps the most
telling lack in this opening episode is a scene set in the latter which
compares to the funeral for impact, leaving the magical world seeming flat and
unextraordinary by comparison to the mundane.
So, to paraphrase Calvin Candie, American
Gods has my curiosity; it remains to be seen if it will up its game and truly
get my attention.
(2) Attorneys at Law.
(3) I'm trying to remember the particular instance that caught my attention, and I can't. That's going to bother me.
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