I like how when Morgana became evil her hair morphed into a living, breathing creature. It entrances me almost as much as Merida’s in Brave and I bet it takes way longer to make it look like that than actually making it look neat. I would like to be evil, too.
Bit players are, by their nature, not around for very long. Last week, I did not lament the fact that it looked like one of the zombies who hitched a ride back to life with Sally was going to eat his girlfriend. This week, I miss neither her, him, nor the third wheel in the ghost-to-flesh triumvirate.
Last week, s*** got real. This week, band-aids, garlic tea (barf) and patchouli for everyone! This is not to say there aren’t some cool things going on, just that the immediate reversal on all the real and awful developments from last week (except in Sally’s plotline) is a step backwards. Progression is a thing for other shows.
The way this show puns on famous songs to title its episodes has been cute so far, but for this episode, it has never been more accurate. Before the hour is out, our three heroes have become walking deserts, as inhospitable within as they are without. A baker’s dozen of Chekov’s guns have been juggled […]
I guess Sally isn’t going to get a good return on that exchange of her soul for the rest of her natural life with the Soup Wiccan. Unless, of course, her natural life is going to be spent rotting, thus fulfilling the assumptions of zombie-ism made by everyone who has learned the truth of Sally’s condition.
There ought to be a corollary to Occam’s Razor such that not only is the simplest answer the truth but that the truth is, inevitably, an easier thing to put out there than to keep creating lies for somebody. I wish I could say that Sally learns this at the cost of her immortal soul, but, come on, this is Sally.
When this show remembers it has a new villain to play with, it can be so much fun! Liam returns to mess a little with Josh and Nora’s not-so-happy relationship, threaten Aidan, and generally be fabulous.
This is one of those moments where you realize that our popular culture has finally gone over the cliff on the sex vs. violence debate. We can have heroes who kill, but people who have sex and like it? They are Satan and must be destroyed, the better to make the non-sexy couples look like saints.
I wonder if “Matter of Time” was the episode where the writing team had to defer to some executive’s husband’s nephew, who was only let in the door so the executive could get her husband to shut the hell up for five minutes. I’ll call this nephew “Carl”.