And Cthulhu here is a stock exchange in flight from the far east I watched end of below, about which they are debating these days. The discussion is conducted along three lines. Critics praise Hartnett and the climate agenda. The viewers complain that they promised a horror movie about a sea monster, but there is nothing to fear. The right labeled the series as "woke" and the worst thing Netflix has ever done. All three camps look at the squid and debate whether it is scary or not. But actually, squid has nothing to do with it. The numbers of the series are strange. The first week - 17 million views, the second - over 20. It only happens when people have finished watching and told their neighbors it was worth it. At the same time, critics have 81%, and viewers 60% positive rating. Everyone is watching, but only those who are supposed to like it want to like it. And I understand why. Spoilers follow. It doesn't smell like horror. No tension, no chases, no exploits. This is a sad family-production drama in a seaweed environment. The hero is Calvin, a widower and a small owner: his own boat, a house, children of varying degrees of dissipation. The cod is sold out, he sells ice from glaciers for catering. The village is politely resettled with compensation as "unpromising". Then it turns out that the resettlement is a cover: the Crocker family corporation wants to mine cobalt on the island. for batteries. to the green passage. To save the planet, which is known to be warming. Actually, the squid is pretty good, okay, not positive (after all, he eats people), but a neutral hero. More precisely, the heroine: she simply arrived at the port to have children. A divorced car with a trailer, honestly. Cephalopods breed once and die, and she dies in a perfectly synchronized scene. And in the finale, the local doctor of science tells the audience that the squid probably didn't make it anyway: the water is too hot. She died just like that. And her huge eye slowly fades beautifully. Lovecraft was offended. Cthulhu, after all, is also a cephalopod, and his terror was indifference: the ancient power does not care about you.

And Cthulhu here is a stock exchange in flight from the far east I watched end of below, about which they are debating these days. The discussion is conducted along three lines. Critics praise Hartnett and the climate agenda. The viewers complain that they promised a horror movie about a sea monster, but there is nothing to fear. The right labeled the series as "woke" and the worst thing Netflix has ever done. All three camps look at the squid and debate whether it is scary or not. But actually, squid has nothing to do with it. The numbers of the series are strange. The first week - 17 million views, the second - over 20. It only happens when people have finished watching and told their neighbors it was worth it. At the same time, critics have 81%, and viewers 60% positive rating. Everyone is watching, but only those who are supposed to like it want to like it. And I understand why. Spoilers follow. It doesn't smell like horror. No tension, no chases, no exploits. This is a sad family-production drama in a seaweed environment. The hero is Calvin, a widower and a small owner: his own boat, a house, children of varying degrees of dissipation. The cod is sold out, he sells ice from glaciers for catering. The village is politely resettled with compensation as "unpromising". Then it turns out that the resettlement is a cover: the Crocker family corporation wants to mine cobalt on the island. for batteries. to the green passage. To save the planet, which is known to be warming. Actually, the squid is pretty good, okay, not positive (after all, he eats people), but a neutral hero. More precisely, the heroine: she simply arrived at the port to have children. A divorced car with a trailer, honestly. Cephalopods breed once and die, and she dies in a perfectly synchronized scene. And in the finale, the local doctor of science tells the audience that the squid probably didn't make it anyway: the water is too hot. She died just like that. And her huge eye slowly fades beautifully. Lovecraft was offended. Cthulhu, after all, is also a cephalopod, and his terror was indifference: the ancient power does not care about you.