"Whereas S.1 was a metaphysical personal story, S.2 turned out to be a far more epic-scaled descent into corruption and the death of justice,

Pour one out for Stacy Grenrock-Woods. And Demetri Martin, didn't notice him.

Whoa, we need to talk about the most implausible thing in this episode, maybe even the entire series.

This show is just The Killing with highways instead of rain.

In what possible universe did Margot think that baby thing would work out for her? What was she expecting?

That wet eyed, fish faced, broken hearted vampire motherfucker can't even get dumped/arrested properly. He's such a drama queen.

Yeah, real obscure and enigmatic.

I remember back to Gillian Anderson's first appearances on the show when she was simpering in her kitchen to Jack for about 36 uninterrupted minutes while some classical music droned on in the background. That was rough.

Strangely, the show will suffer a dropoff in quality now that Pizzolato can't rip off the work of others anymore. Let's all put on our true detective hats at home and ponder this mystery…

Last week: Fuck Melisandre so much. She and Stannis can burn in hell.

Cersei was always crushing it with the post-natal yoga. And King's Landing just got a really great Soulcycle trainer. Plus, they're all living off that sweet Mediterranean diet you know.

I know *I* was expecting the genetically engineered monster slasher movie to turn into a twisty whodunnit that's also all a veiled metaphor for the decline of late stage capitalism.

The show is failing at little details, which impinge on the ability to convey the looming apocalypse in the north. When they go full blown apocalypse, like at Hardhome, it lands and everybody watching is happy.

Honesty transcends the medium.

Well yeah, no duh none of it will last. Happily Ever After is for storybooks. What a strange expectation.

Are we sure this episode wasn't written or directed by Wes Anderson? Somebody double-check.

He might not know it for what it is, but I guess Don is going to have a heart-to-heart with "Jesus" on the road to uh, St. Paul. Oh, that's subtle.

Either Melisandre is now communing with dead wildling girls, or she's become hip to internet memes.

Aw man, I was sure this was the week Jim and Pam were finally going to get together. At least the Terry/Yogurt romance is still burning red hot.

The whole "cinematic universe" is building to, no shit, Vision and a giant, talking tree vs. a Purple Space Gorilla/California Raisin/Palette Swap Darkseid and his glowing rocks of cosmic doom.