Couple weeks ago I decided to give the series Van Helsing a try. My expectations weren’t high and good thing too.
With the constant stream of disappointing fare offered by SyFy, Netflix, pretty much everyone, I pulled the plug on satellite some time back. I’m one of the binge-watchers who isn’t going to bother until the season is done and then only if I’ve heard lots of good things about it from people I trust. I don’t care for cliffhangers and they’ve been so overdone in a desperate attempt to hold on to audiences that we’ve become annoyed rather than tantalized by them. Hollywood, get a clue. Really.
I admit a moment of weakness and a desperate need for something that didn’t tax the brain too much, because I hadn’t heard about this series. It just scrolled through as recommended viewing.
I actually stopped the first episode three times to check if it was really the first episode. I was convinced I was watching things out of order. Nope. Some jackass decided it was better to drop us into the middle with no explanation, no idea who these people were, and not a SINGLE reason to care about any of them.
Ooh, vampires. Ooh, a woman Van Helsing. Yawn.
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Ah…so my finding it in season 3 doesn’t matter. No reason to go back. Or watch it at all. Saw one episode. Meh.
Not in my opinion, no. For all that is worth.