One of the things I’ve consistently liked about Falling Skies is that the women all seem to be reasonable and have common sense. There haven’t been any hysterical meltdowns from Dr. Glass, Lourdes, or Maggie.
Bill and Eric are morons. Eric’s been walking the Earth for 1000 years. Certainly, he’s learned by now that it’s far better to jump in and kill the target instead of standing there, telling the target what you’re going to do? Right? No? OK, then.
The whole discussion about Hal’s ex-girlfriend’s jazz pants in the abandoned Honda Civic got me thinking of my old winter guard costumes. Contrary to popular belief, I could actually dance when given direction. I could also toss a flag and catch it one handed while doing a leap without braining myself or anyone nearby.
Season five has been good. Like season one good. I haven’t been the least bit annoyed with these past three episodes (although I have laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of some things) and am actually watching because I want to know what happens next, rather than out of a sense of duty.
The more I watch Falling Skies, the more I’m convinced that Tom Mason: Action Professor could kick Rick Grimes’ ass.
After last week’s badass season premiere, “Compass” was a little disappointing. However, I think it was mainly suffering from set-up-itis in an effort to solve some dramatic problems for Show.
Way to take your time with revealing half-naked Christopher Meloni, Show. Salome and every other woman on True Blood have all been able to get naked in 5 seconds or less, but with Meloni, you go with the slow burn.
Something changed since last season and Falling Skies became officially bad ass in its season 2 opener.
You know what made this episode awesome? Besides the origins of Awesome Pam? And Christopher Meloni’s hot bod in a bespoke suit?