Haunting Of Boring Manor


The Haunting Of Bly Manor was my choice of rainy day birthday binge. I had high hopes for this show, as the previous season, The Haunting Of Hill House, was one of my all-time favorite things I had seen last year. It really stuck with me. Like, actually it haunted me. How beautifully sad the story was. I've re-watched several episodes just to feel something. Bent Neck Lady is my girl.


Bly Manor, more like Boring Manor. Bly Manor, more like Blimey! This manor is terrible. The story fell so flat. Nothing really made sense. Episode 8, which told the origin story of the first Bly Manor no-face ghost had such a cheap feel to it. Alright, alright, we get it. You like your fine silk dresses, and you can't wear them. Cry me a river. Add on the faux posh British accents, and it's just a hot mess.


Carla Gugino's character really told a 9 hour story to the bridal party on the night before the wedding. At some point, if I were one of those listeners, I'd be like, Hey man, We got a big day tomorrow. Maybe we should chill on this long ass ghost story. It's also kind of a little bit of a downer on this festive occasion, just a little bit.


The one redeeming factor of this show were all the chunky, gold hoop earrings. I stand by the accessory department. All of those earrings were from Madewell or Mejuri. Hashtag trendalert.


But overall, I found my interest just slowly f a d i n g a w a y y y.


It's me. It's you. It's us, regretting the decision to watch this season.
















-j



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