Horror-comedy is one sort that is famously difficult to figure out. Creatives just apparently can’t hit the nail on the head.
If I needed to hazard a conjecture, it would be that they don’t, or can’t, follow one of the class’ unwritten principles.
What’s more, that is hard since the tones are intrinsically disconnected.
It isn’t difficult to make the crowd chuckle while the characters are pursued by evil presences, zombies, vampires, and so forth.
Assuming it is a zombie satire, for example, there ought to be an adequate number of violence to stir even the hardiest stomachs.
To this end motion pictures like Edgar Wright’s Shaun of the Dead and shows like Sam Raimi’s Ash versus Evil Dead are about the best the class brings to the table. They get it on the money.
Jeff Astrof and Sharon Horgan’s Shining Vale don’t exactly coordinate with those, yet it is as yet a fine expansion to the class.
The Phelps are battling to keep their marriage alive after Patricia was found bamboozling by her better half.
They, alongside their kids Gaynor (Gus Birney) and Jake (Dylan Cage), move to an unassuming community, the nominal Shining Vale, from the city.
Their new dwelling place is sufficiently large to be a chateau, and it holds dim, rough mysteries, something Terry doesn’t stoop to tell Patricia.