This last stay in Tokyo between walking too much, seeing too much, eating too much, being too much, I watched all three seasons of From.
From is a Lost-like television series about a motley group of randos stranded in a deeply Gothic nowhere town that each night is besieged by what can only be described as demons. Harold Perrineau toplines the ensemble and he’s a big part of what brought me to the show — along with Stephen King’s enthusiastic recommendation —and a big part of why I struck through all three seasons. Perrineau, as some of you may recall, starred in the first season of Lost and was subsequently fired when he had the “audacity” to ask the producers for the same “equal depth” as his white costars.
From is an entertaining enough show but it could have been a great one had it not suffered from a narrative tendency that has undone countless writers and countless stories.