It’s been damn near twenty years since Kenichi Matsuyama brought Ryuzaki — a.k.a. the pale, twitchy genius L — to writhing, sugar-chomping life. And don’t even get me started on Tatsuya Fujiwara’s portrayal of that egomaniacal wunderkind, Light Yagami. Sorry — Imagay, Freudian slip from the trenches of fan-rage. The neurons still twitch at the memory. Read more “Death Note 2017: A Savage Autopsy”