Did AMC and Show chicken out on showing the horrors of Woodbury and The Governor on cable television? Because, so far, I’m underwhelmed by the Woodbury stuff and super-underwhelmed at The Governor as a villain.
I remember how much Anne Frank’s diary spoke to me in school, how I identified with her as a girl, how I ached for her and her family. That she was also played by Franka Potente, who will always be Lola to me, was just icing on the cake.
A true benefit of this week’s episode is that we were finally given a peek behind the curtain and got a better idea of who exactly is pulling the strings. The introduction of the slimy Department of Defense official is a nice wrinkle.
There’s a sweetness to Garcia’s face that can’t be acted out. His Super Evil Giant Furious Stompy Growl just reminded me of the Wee Cousins at play. I was all like “BOOP!”
Here’s to you, T-Dog. In the afterlife, I hope you manage to get out an entire sentence uninterrupted.
Diggs is faced with this startling realization. How will he respond? Will he embrace Oliver in a man-hug and give us a substitute father-son moment? Will he react with indifference? Will he shoot flames from his eyeballs?
On the heels of Hurricane Sandy it was interesting to watch this episode, as it centered around an impending storm and the onset of cabin fever, propelled by the infiltration of Satan, embodying the once innocent Sister Mary Eunice.
I don’t think Charlie needs a protector, but I do feel she needs a champion, someone who will back her no matter what. Based on tonight’s episode, it’s not going to be Aaron and there’s a good chance it won’t be Miles either, but I’d still like the kid to have one.
Dr. Frankenstein? SERIOUSLY? Yes, this is all fairytales and fantasy and magic, requiring willing suspension of disbelief. But a universe needs rules or it all falls apart.