Disenchantment (2018) IMDb

Extent

Seen in 2019.

This review refers to the first season.

Categorization

One of Matt Groening’s animated sitcoms: The medieval-fantasy equivalent of The Simpsons (1989) and Futurama (1999). The plot is comparatively serialized.

Subject

Zøg of House Grunkwitz, once a warrior, rules the kingdom of Dreamland with more practicality than intelligence. Bean, his 19-year-old daughter from a previous marriage to a since-petrified noblewoman, likes to get drunk. Nobody likes the new queen, an amphibious reptile whose marriage to Zøg sustains a fragile peace with the neighbours. Bean gets a personal demon around the same time she friend-zones a little green optimist. Fairies are mostly hookers.

Commentary

The main problem with this series is the laziness of the comedic writing: The actual jokes. Another problem, less serious but equally consistent, is the lack of imagination. The setting is purposefully naïve: The kind of American faux-medieval Europe that has plenty of drawbridges, plague carts, literal churches (devoted to “dear god or gods”), Scotsmen in kilts and magical human-like species but very little internal consistency. It’s like the Discworld on a bad day for Terry Pratchett. In fact, it’s almost as thoughtless as Shrek (2001), a parody of bad fantasy, but without the star power or the animation budget. The derivative worldbuilding of Disenchantment is apparently meant to be funny, which brings us back to the main problem.

Things improve only slightly in the second half of season 1, released a year after the first half. It’s still entirely derivative, including both a light-hearted depiction of a brown Yahweh that is straight out of Boomer comics and a fantasy Egypt—the land of Maru to the south—where there are conversely no brown people and no local culture, or really any culture. Oona’s liberation is the high point and her selkie replacement is pretty cool too.

The climactic events of the first half of the first season are undone in the space of three episodes and the characters continue to harp on the uninformed choice Bean has to make between reviving Elfo or her mother at the end of the first part, despite a sudden massive influx of elf blood that makes the point moot.

The writers make a similar mistake to cap off the second half of the first season: They spend an entire episode introducing a Vernian steampunk kingdom called Steamland, just so Bean can accidentally shoot Zøg right in the chest with a gun from that kingdom. They had too much faith in the emotional weight of chance events, sheer ignorance and soap-opera cliffhangers.

Compare Tangled (2010), which has visual beauty, a more elegant—albeit equally derivative—setting and better jokes, despite being written for actual children. The basis of Bean as a character seems to be the archetypal Disney princess, like Rapunzel, but with added sex and heavy drinking for Netflix; not a bad move, but you can’t call it clever. Compare also Mahoujin Guru-Guru (1994), a children’s show that proved able to go the distance in very similar territory.

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