While not exactly a shock, the segment’s final blow feels more satisfying than the lukewarm stings of prior segments (looking at you “Bad Wolf Down”). His line deliveries feel like they’re written in comic book emphatics, and the goofier parts of the script are all the better for it. In particular, “The Companion” features a turn by Afemo Omilami, who captures the earnest camp of the original anthology better than any other player thus far. At no point during “The Companion” was I distracted by the quality of the performances, which is something few segments can say.

It’s energetic, colorful, and features some of the series’ most compelling creature design. “The Companion” ranks among the stronger showings from the season so far (a decidedly lonely bracket home to last week’s “The Man in the Suitcase” and not much else). The scarecrow’s origins, it turns out, will be the key to confronting both. Sure enough, Harold accidentally brings the damn thing to life (as one does) and finds himself trapped in the homestead, hunted by his brother and the creature. While Harold is catching his breath fishing down by the creek, his brother appears and gives chase, pursuing our terrorized teen onto an abandoned farm, home to a scarecrow liable to terrify more than just avian pests. Set in a small town that must be down the road from Derry, Maine, the segment follows Harold (Logan Allen), a tormented kid with a brute for an older brother. This time, the first segment is good, but the second…might be the low point of the season so far.Įpisode four’s good son, “The Companion,” is based on a short story from Bumper Crop, an anthology of personal favorites from splatterpunk scribe Joe Lansdale. Well boils and ghouls, good news: the curse is lifted! Bad news: like many a Creepshow monkey’s paw, everything has a price. So far, the episodic revamp has been something of a mixed bag, with the only consistency being the second segment tending to be the superior offering. Creepshow-Shudder’s hotly-anticipated adaptation of George Romero and Stephen King’s 1982 horror anthology of the same name-is more than halfway done.

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