Well I say high-concept, more like a B-tier Rick and Morty episode premise. But nicely done and, as I said, Rhea Seehorn.

“Jesus was not human” is the theological equivalent of “Charlie Brown had hoes”

At least one of the visual cues the comic series sets up is that hell is analogous to cancer, to chaos proliferating within the body. The viscera rising in revolt.

The GenAI image engines can do sort of stereotyped hellscapes - content policies mean they can't give you the flayed and ripped bodies, the absolute licence of the demons - but they tend to render dread cartoonish, they're not really attuned to what makes hell hellish beyond furnace-flickering gloom

delectatio, damn it

I don't *especially* yearn for the gore, as such. Eyeballs, eeesh. But the suffusing dread, hmmm. Hell is such an interesting human aesthetic invention. Iain M. Banks takes great pains to emphasise how fundamentally morally gross it is, but even his hell has a certain delictatio morosa going on.

Ah no, wait, there's 5 parts. Part 4 is indeed about Lyotard: codepoetics.substack.com/p/all-that-i...

Part 4 is about what Lyotard was actually driving at (the point is to get into a tight corner from which only the aesthetics of the sublime can extricate us) and about Rorty and antifoundationalism vs antirealism codepoetics.substack.com/p/the-cracks...

Part 3 is about individual epistemic agency, and the ability of radical inquiry to break apart false totalisations codepoetics.substack.com/p/real-by-co...

Part 1, linked above, is about narrative and meaning. Part 2 is about structure and realism: codepoetics.substack.com/p/the-power-...

ok yes if you get too into it you turn into one of those freddie de boer type guys, about whose payoffs we can only speculate

wrt K-Pop Demon Hunters itself, it strikes me as significant that there are pop songs all the Y2 kids in my daughter’s primary school know the words to

The only line I could come up with was that it reminded me of a brutal section in Bourdieu's The State Nobility where he quotes the personal statements of a bunch of candidates for the Sorbonne (IIRC) where they all say identical things about authenticity and individuality

I was going to review it for Review31, and found that I couldn't - it was a collection of miniature psychological portraits of people I didn't find terribly interesting