In Sunset Overdrive, you play a character with no name, but who is fully customizable. A major soda corporation known as Fizzco has accidentally poisoned the drinkers of Sunset City, turning them into flesh eating monsters on the verge of destruction.
Tonight, I was amazed at how the pieces were carefully placed together to give fans a tantalizing experience stopping just short of being fulfilling, not unlike putting together a 1000 piece puzzle to realize about 100 pieces are missing. It’s just enough to make you think you know what’s going on.
So, of course, now that Beth got an arc and experienced some growth and became a character I was actually interested in, she had to die.
Considering that McPhee’s Paige is one of only two female characters on the show, the inability of the writers and producers to incorporate her more fully is disturbing. Paige’s stated purpose is to be their connection to the outside world, yet in any “normal” situation she proves just as inept as they do. She and Walter attend a fancy party and she is as uncomfortable as he is; she accompanies them to a crime scene and says nothing when they basically insult the officer in charge.
Let’s see if I really need to watch every episode to keep up, shall we? I’m sure last week Elsa said “I’ll do anything to get my sister back!” and Emma scrunched up her face in disbelief at something and Henry wondered if he’d gotten any college acceptance letters, yet.
Every time I see a new black character on The Walking Dead, I immediately start speculating on which current black character is going to die.
The heaviness associated with last week’s episode certainly stayed with us as we witnessed the aftershocks of Sara’s demise. For an episode titled after her, we certainly see very little of her, or do we? Her ghost was everywhere, affecting everyone and drifting throughout the show like mist rising from a stream, softening silhouettes and creating shadows in the relationships of the other characters.
In a world full of mediocrity and inconsistency, it’s nice to know there are some things a person can count on. My DVR apparently isn’t one of them. I anticipated this season’s premier with great delight. Unfortunately, I had errands to run on Wednesday evening but never fear, the trusty DVR was here! Right? When I came home and realized my ancient recording mechanism had failed to engage, contrary to its programmed instructions, I couldn’t keep myself from saying, “DVR, you have failed this Arrow fan!” So, for what was a tortuous 24 hours while I waited for CW to post the episode, I paced. And stress-ate.
Only three episodes in, season two of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. has offered more intrigue, character development and suspense than all 22 episodes of season one. I hope that it continues on the same trajectory, although I will be very glad when Simmons and Fitz are reunited and someone either puts a bullet in Ward or they drop him into a deep dark hole. But then, what would be the fun in that?