Why Hulu’s ‘The Handmaid’s Tale’ Is Awesome as Fuck
Even the spoilers ahead are worth the mention
Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale is even better than you think. The reasons are simple and plain.
it’s just amazing story telling — without the dictation of static from melodious overlays or the bothersome dialog that over-compensates for the thinly-strewn characters — charmlessly performing for the empathy they don’t deserve.
Netflix has fallen victim to the directionless narrative — prettied up for kicks — and the results produced misfires like — Girlboss, Gypsy and Friends From College.
I’ve been fearing the new age of toneless dramas that rely heavily on the superficiality of existing without the depth of mental chaos or the circumstances that demand vibrant responses. It’s almost as if creators have relinquished the art of telling stories in a loving way that forces viewers to surrender without hesitation.
It took me literally five minutes to decipher that The Handmaid’s Tale is awesome as fuck.
First off, Mad Men alum — Elisabeth Moss is incredibly luminous as the tormented Offred — who is torn away from her former life, where she lived as June Osborne, with her husband and young daughter. Offred is a “handmaid” — which means that her basic rights have been stripped away — and her new identity will be managed by her captors under the stringent hold of a totalitarian regime.
Moss handles her character with fierce fragility as every frame of disbelief and bereavement saddles her achingly stunning features — as we’re carried through the revealing flashbacks — before making another descent into the frighteningly vivid present.
The Emmy-winning series (for best drama, best actress for Moss) is based on the classic tale by Canadian author Margaret Atwood — who happened to be on stage with the cast and crew of the well-heralded TV version — when the statue of the night was rightfully presented.
It’s no wonder that Atwood made the trip to Hollywood — especially when you consider the impeccable treatment — her gem has received at the hands of a media crockpot — on the verge of switching lanes — to give competitors the distance required for creative strategies.
Hulu scored the deal of a lifetime when it grabbed the chance to translate the dystopian themes plaguing futuristic a world — constructed to remind us of how much worse shit can get — if we remain timidly immune.
The unbelievably successful duo responsible for HBO’s monstrous hit — Game of Thrones — are planning to cash in their wins — by breeding a fantastical offering that will recall the era of slavery in all its whips and lashes — against the backdrop of ambitious un-imagination.
The uproar over Confederate is warranted when you take in the fact that David Benioff and D.B. Weiss — are both lazily inspired by the pangs of diversity and the seething hate that keeps it activated past its expiration. White Hollywood continues to exploit the pain of the vulnerable without actually validating the source of a tragically-inclined tradition.
Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale — is a gorgeously brutal endeavor that is seeped in the horror of religious folly and the audacity of sex against the women who’ve been groomed to produce the offspring of hope.
Aside from Moss and the genius of her instincts — the additional players — add to the scope of story telling — by proving how the symbiosis of well-laid plans can erupt into spellbinding scenes that captivate without mercy.
The fascinating aspect of Handmaid’s dynasty is how glaringly relevant it is — in today’s bowl of gross intolerance from the masters of deceit — who’ve imposed a contemptuous leader in our midst. The vibes of how the vulnerable are forced into laborious breathing — by the powers of evil — shadowed by the evangelical robes of deception — is a reality that is finally forcing the markings of a major rebellion.
At the very end of the exquisitely staged first season — that was laced with clues of things to come — Handmaid exits the circle of hell with a parade of red and white — and the faces with awakened souls and eyes that defy the order of things.
The fucked up act of murder that was supposed to be dealt with the blow of stones against one of their own — became the beginning of a stoic revolution — with a leader who was tired of spreading her legs for the benefit of a cold hard floor — and the engraved names of spirits that beg for emancipation.
The Handmaid’s Tale has bequeathed Hulu with the assurance of a solid roster that could possibly dethrone what we’ve systematically accepted as entertainment.
The grittiness of societal disarray — is a subject without boundaries. Just as the characters in Gilead — are forced to relent to the duties of massive disconnection — we as humans are being programmed for our imminent extinction through the walls of codes — and the bots being assembled for a formal invitation.
There is also the matter of disharmony and the fight against the machine of fuckery — that was designed to maintain the tempo of Black pain — even as the cries against injustice tower over the field of dreams.
As we accommodate a racist president and the America of our nightmares — the culture has become terminally infected with the virus that can’t be contained without the heroic efforts of victims — who are ready to discard the stones and regally strut towards the consequences of such actions.
As industries shift into click mode — there’s an embracing of starkly gray areas that leave viewers stuck in nonchalance with reserved amusement. We can’t be allowed to feel the cliffs of crisis that makes larger-than-life characters moldable — in ways that are climatically gratifying.
The Handmaid’s Tale haunting soundtrack provides, the eerie backdrop to a world that is sickeningly familiar to watch — and yet the bits of savory morsels that burst with expectation — fulfill the pleasure sensors — abundantly.
And that’s fucking awesome!