Lesley Braden

I’m trying to type a review while I’m eating peanut butter buckeye candies, drinking from my OSU mug and watching the Browns preseason game. That’s what it felt like watching a show that chose to throw Ohio into the title. Why was there a need to hit the audience over the head with so many Ohio references? It felt like someone wrote a song called “The Devil in Ohio,” and the series was developed around it. Was Netflix inspired to produce something on the heels of award-winning, Mare of Easttown? Maybe, but as an former Ohioan, we don’t have a fun accent to caricature. I was committed so I finished it. I had hopes for more complex dialogue, nary, real talk between adults and siblings thrust into a situation with an ex-cult foster teen living with them, but it never arrived. This show has the simplicity of a Dan Brown novel. If that’s you thing, pour a brimming cup of coffee into your Cleveland Browns mug and enjoy.