I wrote a long post of my thoughts about HOU and it was somehow erased. And then I was too angry to try to write it out again. I'm waiting until I fire up the laptop, for the luxury of a proper keyboard.
One thing I'll say now though, is that I feel like Bruce Greenwood (whom I normally love to see) just isn't lecherous enough for this role. He's an inherently avuncular guy. He's got a face like a puppy.
Yeah, I have to agree, I was kinda bummed when they said he was the replacement. I love that guy so much too, from the time I first ran across him. But... not slimy enough.
I assume the young woman who had a problem with Loggia is Ruth Cobb, and - with the disclaimer that I obviously do not know the whole story and could be wrong - I can't help but wonder what she was expecting when she took a role of young junkie married to lecherous, elderly tycoon. I might feel differently if I'd not heard about Loggia originally being cast, but I think he would have been a better fit.
Frank Langella, I think you got his name confused with Robert Loggia.
Yeah I have no real idea what the details of the accusations were or how quantifiable they were. And that's not me ignoring this stuff happens, I just had no idea what really was going on.
Langella does have a hardness and coldness about him, he can play a pretty nasty character when he wants. I could see him being dour, twisted, bitter, sullen and so forth.
Summary of lost post: I loved seeing my favorite Flanagan actors in Edgar Allan Poe stories, but I feel like HOU lacked the deeper Flanagan panache of his other works.
I feel it's more of a spectacle show honestly. Just people tearing up the scenery and crazy shit going on, just cutting completely loose. I mean I don't think I'm going to be "haunted" by it like I am by Bly Manor, but I'm having a great trip watching it, lol. Holy shit.
Which, hey, can be indicative of Poe including House of Usher -- that whole ending where the narrator has to flee the house when the "dead" sister goes after her brother during a storm, lol. Or the Red Death totally slays an entire house of desperate partiers. A guy ripping up the floorboards to expose the corpse he placed there because he hated the guy's creepy eye and now imagines his thudding heart filling all of his senses. It just kinda is what it is.