I believe that Ryan Murphy prides himself on ending American Horror Story seasons on a high happy-ending note, as happy as one could be considering the carnage leading up to denouement. Yet he has managed peace, resolution, comeuppances, in the previous two seasons, and I hadn’t considered the same would hold true this time.
This was a sweeping of an out with the old in with the new variety [with characters meeting] comeuppances, by imploring what the episode promises: they go to Hell.
What bothers both of us the most is this really weird move in making the boys some kind of modern Brokeback Mountain. The allusion to a different type of relationship in the earlier episodes was funny, but at this point the dialogue has gone completely soft that it has reached the point where I am not comfortable watching Sam and Dean in these scenes together; it’s just awkward.
Women’s weakness and vanity seem to be this season’s central themes And while as a woman I understand it, it still angers me. To borrow a line…why isn’t there more solidarity among women? And how do you protect the very thing that has an internal war going on?
I have a confession to make: An episode like this week’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is what I’ve been waiting for since the series started.
I wish SHIELD was all about Melinda May and her adventures with Marie Laveau and Carol from The Walking Dead. I DON’T CARE THAT I’M CROSSING PROPERTIES.
Personally, I think this episode should have been called “Let’s Start Murdering Everyone”.
“The Magical Place” tried to do too much in forty-two minutes: rescue Coulson, wrap-up the mystery of his resurrection, reintroduce super-soldier Mike and further the mystique of The Clairvoyant. I would have been happy if the episode had managed to do one of those things adequately. Instead, it tried to accomplish them all poorly.
I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M WATCHING ANYMORE. I can’t. I couldn’t. I had to retreat into boot shopping.