BAD TIMES AT THE CONTINENTAL HOTEL
by Mo Shaunette
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There is such a thing as “spectacle creep”: the idea any successive work of fiction must somehow outdo what came before it in terms of pageantry and production. It’s a phenomenon that emphasizes grandeur over character and emotion—the foundations of any worthwhile story. But what happens when spectacle creep occurs in a series that actively prides itself on a lack of story?