There are plenty of things in the entertainment firmament I don’t understand. Pauly Shore. Digimon. According to Jim. But for the life of me, I can’t figure how anyone could have NOT handed Joss Whedon et al a coffin full of money and made this TV show a reality?
Just… look at it. The animation is smooth — clearly of the Bruce Timm/Batman: The Animated Series mold (and that’s always a good thing) — the voicework is spot on (I believe that’s Alyson Hannigan, Nicholas Brendon, and Anthony Stewart Head reprising their roles; and whoever they got to fill in for SMG is a dead ringer), and it vibes exactly like Buffy‘s supposed to. It’s sharp, funny, and full of action — and, mysteriously, it renders Sunnydale just like the live-action TV show… as if it’s a movie studio backlot.
But still. I can’t think of a cartoon I’d rather sit down to watch with my daughter. Or my son. Or all by myself. Why, cruel Hollywood gods, why!?