Family…don’t you just love how they interfere with your life, manipulate you, and impose their belief systems on you? What kind of family does those things, you ask? Well, a dysfunctional family for one, like one involving Sam and Dean.
Am I the only one who groaned at the sound of the Star Wars ringtone? It struck me as Disney gloating: “Ha. Star Wars is our bitch, now. You thought Lucas drove it into the ground? He did. And there was a bottomless pit under that ground. That’s where we’re going.”
The midseason finale of Arrow certainly left us with much to contemplate. Mostly the questions of why on earth Walter would get in an elevator with a complete stranger after the mess he has become tangled in (doesn’t he watch movies?) and how did Oliver get his butt kicked by Tommy’s old man?
Let’s play a game where we assume that Josh is not a terrible person because he feels guilty about the occasional murder he commits; that Sally is worth saving from a Limbo that is less terrifying than it is monochromatic; and that Aidan will ever figure out how to be a vegetarian vampire. For now, on this season premiere, Being Human, we forgive you, and we are ready to love you again.
I don’t wish Lana death at the hands of her evil son, but I wish that she’d stayed truer to the virtue of the story she set out to write. Instead, she embraces the possibility of this being her “In Cold Blood” moment; and while I can appreciate that in her time it might have been harder to be honest, I feel disheartened at her perpetuation of sensationalism in the media.
I’m having a hard time rooting for Kiera. Being a mom and telling a teenage hoodlum to clean up his act after beating the pants off him doesn’t automatically make her a sympathetic heroine. Maybe if she didn’t represent the hammer of the corporatocracy.
The citizens of Storybrooke have a compelling reason to get back to Fairy Tale Land: now that the curse is lifted, the rest of our world can find their fair hamlet. And it’s gonna be IRS audit/ back taxes hell for the lot of them.
When a couple of our Asylum inmates get some very joyous and satisfying moments, all I waited for was when it was going to blood splatter into death. In fact, those moments when I knew something bad was around the corner didn’t nearly affect me as much as when something looked sunny and good.
It’s probably best that the people of Storybrooke are magically confined to their idyllic little hamlet. They’re too naive and stupid to make it in the big bad world.