As a seasoned horror enthusiast who’s seen more than my fair share of creepy creatures and suspenseful storylines, I must confess that “Teacup” left me feeling rather underwhelmed. Coming from someone who’s grown up on the rural outskirts of Atlanta myself, I found the setting familiar yet strangely devoid of the rich, relatable characters one would expect in such a community.
Upon a gentle nudge from Peacock, I’m afraid I can’t disclose many details about their upcoming mystery-esque production titled, Teacup.
Despite the series being adapted from Robert McCammon’s novel “Stinger”, I can’t give you details about its plot as it unfolds. If you’re interested in that information, you can easily find it elsewhere. As for the main characters, I won’t be able to reveal their fates, even though I might not have been inclined to do so anyway. Furthermore, I can’t share any insights about the overly dramatic special effects that led to the show’s vibrant title design – and honestly, it’s probably not something you’ll find exciting when you eventually learn about it.
Without disclosing who speaks these words, where they’re spoken, or the broader scenario, let me share a rephrased version: “The closing statement of the season finale’s eighth episode conveys a sense of urgency and confusion, as it reads, ‘We won’t move from here until you clarify what’s happening.’
Most viewers would likely have thought something similar: This show has a habit of delaying crucial plot points, hinting at them subtly rather than clearly stating them. It does this to keep secrets for much of the season, which can be infuriating but also makes sense because as more clues are given, the show seems to grow increasingly confusing.
In the fifth episode, lasting about 51 minutes, I found myself wading through a slow, flashback-filled journey that lost the fast-paced rhythm that was the heart of this drama for me. This is where my excitement for Teacup, which had always been intriguing but never truly touched my emotions, turned into pure monotony.
So, within the confines of what I can say without spoiling things, what is Teacup about?
To start off, we have a character, presumably named by Ian McCulloch in Yellowstone, who is portrayed as desperately wandering through a forest with her hands bound. She’s mumbling a jumbled mix of phrases, but the clearest part seems to be “Murder Marker.
At a farm not too far from us lies the Chenoweth household. We encounter them, and Maggie, a veterinarian known for her calm demeanor even in high-pressure situations, gives Arlo (Caleb Dolden) an insightful lesson using an unexpected prop – a teacup. She demonstrates this by attempting to capture a wasp or hornet against the window with it. As the insect bangs violently against the delicate porcelain, she says, “This is like a storm in a teacup.” Later, their lives will mirror this small disturbance escalating into a significant turmoil – a tempest in a teacup. The teacup itself and other teacup-related references reappear frequently until the writers decide to shift focus.
Beyond Arlo, my beloved Maggie shares her home with daughter Émilie Bierre, a remarkable young lady who can recite lines from Romeo and Juliet and boasts an intriguing knowledge about cow stomachs. My husband, Scott Speedman, has found himself in the doghouse for reasons we’ve all seen before. Living with us is his mother, Kathy Baker, who bravely battles MS. Strange occurrences are unfolding within our menagerie of animals.
The Shanley family, residing next door, make their entrance – father Ruben (Chaske Spencer), mother Valeria (Diany Rodriguez) and son Nicholas (Luciano Leroux) in tow. Their pets are exhibiting unusual behavior as well. In brief, Ruben exudes intensity, Valeria seems to be in a bit of trouble due to common marital issues, and Nicholas enjoys sharing less-than-amusing jokes.
Don (Boris McGiver), a presumed conservative neighbor, joins them. His comments about COVID suggest this assumption. Additionally, it seems his pets’ behavior is unusual as well.
Soon enough, everyone finds themselves confined to the Chenoweth estate. Their phones are malfunctioning, and their vehicles won’t ignite. Wandering off isn’t an option, as ominous occurrences await. There seems to be a sinister force at play that can assume any shape or occupy any being.
Initially helmed by Evan Katz and Chloe Acuno (with James Wan serving as executive producer but not director), the show Teacup occasionally creates an unsettling and cryptic atmosphere. The narrative takes place beyond Atlanta, though it’s portrayed as a generic rural area where neighbors are acquainted but not particularly close, and may unite when their animals exhibit unusual behavior. This seems to foreshadow a symbolic tale, yet it doesn’t delve deeply into any thought-provoking reflections about our modern collective existence, which is somewhat disappointing given the hint at COVID in one line of dialogue.
The story lacks depth and originality; it’s like a parable without its moral lesson. Characters are merely forms, devoid of complexity, mirroring numerous horror and sci-fi TV series and films in structure, but never standing out uniquely. (Ultimately, it heavily borrows from “The Thing,” sparing me the need to mention other potential influences that might contain spoilers.) It’s a riddle not because the characters are problem-solvers, but because the writers are being vague and hoping audiences will go along with it.
Despite all actors delivering commendable performances with limited resources, the enigma overshadows any emotional depth. In a later episode, characters tally up the death toll, which left me perplexed as I couldn’t recall any significant casualties. You don’t find yourself rooting for or against anyone; instead, you hope someone will take charge and demand an explanation about what’s happening.
In the fictional work Teacup, one might overlook or forgive much if it were merely frightening. However, it’s far from intimidating. The intriguing image of the enigmatic figure in an antique gas mask carries weight, but when additional characters don those masks, there’s little else to ponder. I understand why these individuals occasionally wear them (and perhaps someone intended for the COVID-related imagery to suggest a deeper meaning), yet the utilitarian aspect is one of many elements that the onscreen characters seemingly take for granted. The audience seems expected to follow suit, especially after the exhausting fifth chapter where the writers almost seem to shrug and say, “We’ve hinted at two or three things and given you catchy names for various items we think are trendy; is that not enough?
There is one disturbing thing that happens as a consequence of the central situation that I can’t spoil. When it happens the first time, it’s gross and entertaining (and a cheat, for reasons I won’t go into). When it happens the second time, it’s disturbing-looking, but the visceral response is gone. When it happens a third time, the disinterest is so complete that it must set some sort of record for general desensitization.
If the final scene of the first season wasn’t already a critical blow against Teacup, its employment of Linda Ronstadt’s rendition of Tom Petty’s “The Waiting” in the finale might be another point to consider. The waiting isn’t just the hardest aspect; it’s the sole aspect that fills eight, primarily half-hour episodes. Whether you can accept it on trust or feel it deeply, as the series seems to insist, I lost my enthusiasm for it.
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2024-10-10 10:25