Not good without faces. Part of the magic that makes this so compelling, is that it gives face to those anonymous souls that get up every day, leave their house, and perform all those unglamorous tasks that keep the world as we know it running. In a world where news is a commodity that has to create the highest level of hysteria possible to survive competition, all you have to do is watch sheriff cook some peppers, put the grill brush on the disgusting floor, and smack a piece of meat with the tongs, and you realize the world is still on its axes. You can breathe easy and go about the rest of the day knowing everything is as it should be.
Take away the faces, and just show disembodied hands flipping meat, and they are no longer human. We go from human drama to a sock puppet cartoon. Even the other heroes of the drama, the intrepid meat eaters themselves are diminished. Without the full picture and context of all that happened before they got there, and continues in the background while they seek glory, the entire experience is degraded. Instead of a satisfying novel we are left with a comic book.
