The Worst: Midnight Mass
It was never supposed to be a new Haunting, but fans of Hill House and Bly Manor still tuned into Mike Flanagan’s latest Netflix horror series hoping for something that approximated the brilliance of those prior series. Instead we got a (literally!) preachy tale that laid into heavy-handed themes about the dangers of religious fanaticism—along with some distracting choices like casting younger actors and covering them with old-age make-up that they gradually shed as the series progressed, and the use of a few too many Neil Diamond songs. Also, how did nobody realize the “angel” was really a vampire? Must not be any What We Do in the Shadows fans on Crockett Island.
