Finally watching The Sandman on Netflix. I just finished episode 6, “the sound of her wings.”
I have read the comics and re-read the comics and listened to the audiobook and re-listened to the audiobook and now have gotten to see the scene with Death and Dream with a voice and a visual combined outside of my own minds eye.
The last time I cried this much over a television show was when Buffy’s mom died. Specifically because of the way Emma Caulfield delivered her lines (I still cry over that one.)
The discourse surrounding the casting of Kirby Howell-Baptiste as Death is insane to me. Her delivery of those lines tugged on heartstrings my cynical self forgot I had.
She embodied everything I saw and heard in my imagination while consuming the story in its other forms, and then she went beyond that to give a performance so beautifully touching I had to keep pausing to gain my composure.
Anyone complaining about her casting simply because of her looks can go take a very long walk off a very short pier. She’s incredible.
@neil-gaiman, you and Netflix did a wonderful job with casting all around but this episode is gonna stick with me forever because of Kirby’s acting.