You’d be hard-pressed to add much color to the brick and shingle exterior, which is all the more reason to do so inside. Honestly, I can’t tell if anyone is living here just now or not. There’s almost no artwork, yet there’s a child’s toy kitchen in the living room. The furnishings are minimal in number throughout, but huge in dimension in some rooms. Those can’t possibly be staging pieces, so WTH? At least the snooker table has the traditional red felt for a rare instance of color, but damn if that basement doesn’t scream “claustrophobia.”

There’s potential here but someone’s gonna have to start stretching the brown envelope, thinking outside the brown box, and coming back to full power after Marty’s brown out.