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.
Head’s didn’t roll this week; they were gouged, suffocated, and had their brains blown out. One also experienced empathy in place of racial intolerance.
Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. left a little something under our Christmas trees this week and it wasn’t coal. ABC’s freshman drama instead delivered a worthy cliffhanger with a liberal number of callbacks to episodes throughout the season. And it further cemented itself as drama steeped in superhero mythology.
Castiel was a gift. I love watching him try to be big and all, like a kid playing a grown-up. His attempt at being an “agent” was adorable and I am getting really sick of Dean being a tool and shoving him off.
I think my primary issue [with AHS Coven] is that I don’t care enough about these witches. There are flashes of sympathies here and there, but they flash and burn with the eventual AHS twist (gimmick?), and I am having a hard time investing how I’d like to.
I can’t wait to see the Nth Doctor with my grandchild and re-discover that wide universe again through their eyes.