You never quite know what you’re in for with a Netflix show. The streamer’s constant onslaught of original content has been extremely hit or miss over the past few years, to the point where it’s extra exciting when one of its flashy new offerings is actually good, or possibly great. “Dead Boy Detectives” is one of those exciting outliers, a comic adaptation that — despite having been originally developed for Max — feels like Netflix at its best. It’s like if “The Sandman” and “Heartstopper” joined forces. If “Supernatural’s” Winchester brothers were just two friends who are a lot more comfortable expressing their feelings.
‘Dead Boy Detectives’ Review: Netflix’s YA Comic Adaptation Is an Overstuffed Delight
George Rexstrew and Jayden Revri anchor a supernatural mystery with great potential
