With the Angels EP 32 – You Don’t Know What I Know

This is what Clay left me.

Fish-out-of-water story of a small town Arkansas girl swimming in the freak-infested waters of Venice Beach, CA

"Am I really that different from everybody else?" Almost there... There's not too many attempts at straight out drama on the web. So I not only applaud "With the Angels" for trying it, but for getting so many things right. A young girl from Arkansas moves to L.A., but finds herself an outsider in the shallow, flakey, freaky lives that populate Venice Beach. What really works for me is the idea of the perpetual outsider looking for a place to fit in. Usually it's a problem when your main character is a passive observer, but these guys make it work.Main character Taffy is both protagonist and storyteller - we very much see everything through her eyes - a trick that is often attempted but rarely carried off. Even here, there's a few things that come close to dragging the good parts down. The confessional parts (especially the first of the two in this episode) made me glance at the time bar. Death for internet video. Luckily the moments at the party were skillfully done, turning Taffy into enough of an underdog to make us root for her. My other big question mark is the accent. Is that for real? It sounds put on to me. But what do I know? My fiancee tells me every accent I try to do sounds like John Lennon. So... some good. Some bad. Where's the story? We'll see if the people behind "With the Angels" have any clear idea in the next few episodes.