Author's Note: I wasn't expecting much with Netflix's live-action adaption of the comic book series, but the film was far better than I'd anticipated.
I was kind of sceptical with the casting choices at first (I thought that Nat Wolff should've portrayed L, not Light), but when viewing the film, I quickly saw that Nat was able to hold his own as Light, and that Lakeith Stanfield was able to put a great spin on 'L', and really brought his own style and quirks to the character.
And though I was almost determined to loathe the up-coming film, I found myself walking away liking the re-vamped/re-imagined versions of the characters almost as much as the original ones themselves. Funny, huh?
Anyhow, the film's gore was way over-the-top (seriously), but the main idea of a seemingly innocent teen being pulled into a deep chasm of darkness as he slowly became corrupted with power was still there. And it was worth a watch.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or anything affiliated with it.
He didn't want to believe it, but it was true. Watari was dead.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Was this a nightmare? A living Hell? How did he let this happen?
Dead. Dead. Dead.
He should've nailed that kid when he had the chance. Why did he let him off so easily?
Why. Why. Why.
Watari had been with him since day one.
Day one. Day one. Day one.
He cared for him. Stood up for him.
He loved him.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Hot tears spilled out of his eyes and splattered onto the floor.
Light didn't just kill his 'friend', he murdered his family.
L clenched his fists as the emotions surged through him.
Pain turned to hurt. Hurt turned to anger. And soon enough, he found himself blind with rage.
His mouth unhinged to let out a piercing scream.
His cries of pain were met by nothing but four walls and empty space.
Day one. Day one. He'd been with him since day one.
He didn't know how he'd go on without Watari, but one thing was certain; Light Turner was going to pay for what he'd done. And he was going to pay dearly...