Woe What a Night

What the hell. Wednesday is a freak and . From the beginning they want to prove she doesn't like to be a normal girl and she is not interested in stupid things that a normal teenage girl usually likes

But it seems every hero in this kind of stories should have a partner. So immediately they find a few boyfriends for her to follow the cliche of teen dramas.

Suddenly a girl that always kid her friends for buying clothes or talking about boys go to a party with boys and showed up as a dance star.

That is really disappointing. At least let it happen after a while that she get familiar to those boys.

I have a theory that the writers wanted to create a generic teen drama show, but got landed with a Wednesday Addams series, so just inserted her in place of their original protagonist. That's really the only way I could explain someone thinking involving Wednesday Addams in a teen love triangle storyline would be a great idea, or half a dozen other naff plot lines that Wednesday's dragged into.

Even Wednesday's surly, sarcastic disposition, and Ortega's great characterisation isn't saving this show from mediocrity. The uniqueness of the character is being drowned out by all this... bland normality. That's about the worst thing that can happen to an Addams Family show.

And of course we still haven't gone an episode without the writers inserting their political baggage into the dialogue. This episode we got 'climate crisis', 'female objectification', and 'you can't say that, *it's offensive*' - how they spoil us!

Three points for Ortega's performance, the dance choreography, and Thing. Everything else is far too normie.

Why can't shows like this or the recent Foundation series be developed by people who love the source material and will treat them with the respect they deserve?

I suppose if everyone complains but then gives it a 9/10 we're getting what we deserve.

A trip to the morgue to observe the cadavers, the bodies of those who've been turned into rashers, by monstrous claws, and by monstrous jaws, with conjecture on who's morphing into the slasher. There's a high school dance that's a bit of a bash, as the outcasts assemble for a dance and a thrash, Wednesday has all the moves, gets herself in the groove, added crimson red scarlet makes a right monster mash (Carriesque in fact, but nowhere near as vengeful). But a vision results in an exit unseen, as the monster approaches defenceless Eugene, a run to the woods, before all of his bloods, disappeared and he's just a has been.

The dance was amazing and wonderfully choreographed/filmed. The drama between Xavier and Tyler over Wednesday however, felt forced and was unnecessary; their feelings seemingly came out of no where. Why were they so upset when Wednesday never showed any genuine interest in the first place? Even Jenna hated the idea of a love triangle for her character, and on top of that it was handled so poorly- both boys were pushy, insistent, and overly emotional which kind of ruined a majority of scenes they were in. While i can understand a love interest can be used to forward the plot, Wednesday never showed much care to their feelings.. She had more worry and guilt over hurting Enid than she ever did for "leading" the boys on.

Ep 4 proves that Wednesday isn't afraid to go big - and occasionally, gloriously ridiculous - when the moment calls for it. My teenage daughter loved every twist; I was just impressed at how confidently the show leans into its own brand of gothic absurdity.

Jenna Ortega continues to deliver insults like precision weapons, while Emma Myers' Enid remains the human equivalent of a confetti cannon. Gwendoline Christie once again commands the room as Principal Weems, and Joy Sunday's Bianca gets more layers, moving beyond the "mean girl" mould into something sharper and more interesting.

This one also gives us one of the season's most talked-about set pieces... a brilliantly offbeat, slightly unhinged showcase of Wednesday's individuality that will either make you grin or wonder if you've lost your grip on reality. Burton's fingerprints are all over it: exaggerated, stylised, and just the right amount of creepy.

It still straddles that line between teen drama and macabre mystery, but it's doing it with such flair - and such unapologetic weirdness - that you can't help but enjoy the ride. Another 8/10 from our cross-generational review panel.