I thought the pilot was dreadful but that episode was SO much better. So much so that I'm now actually excited about The Originals. Yes, excited. I never thought I'd say that.
I thought the pilot was dreadful but that episode was SO much better. So much so that I'm now actually excited about The Originals. Yes, excited. I never thought I'd say that.
Ward is so cardboard combat guy that calling him another Marc Blucas is an insult to Marc Blucas. That's how bad he is.
The me of two months ago would've laughed and ridiculed the me of today for finding this show so compelling to watch. Yes, it's ridiculous, but it's so much fun at the same time. I was worried that it wouldn't be able to sustain the excitable momentum it demonstrated in the pilot, but I was so very wrong.
That really was not a good pilot at all. What grated me the most was that for at least the first 2/3, it was VERY heavily tailored towards a non-TVD viewer—somebody who's totally unfamiliar with these characters or their histories. Normally this would be okay for a pilot (in fact, that's exactly what a pilot should…
With episode one, I was like, "okay, this is cool, but it's nothing special."
With episode two, I was like, "it's getting there but it's still just 'okay'"
Then episode three happened, with Gina dancing and Terry becoming one of my favorite characters, and suddenly I really, really enjoy this show. Which probably means…
I was watching the gunfights and the fight sequences on the plane and realised that this show is style over substance, only it's in the unique position whereby it has neither. The action sequences are exciting (or that's the intention) and what not, but they're also very generic and do not a good show make. They have…
I loved Crane tasting an energy drink and it nearly literally blowing his mind. That is exactly the kind of reaction I would expect from somebody tasting something like that for the first time, and I agree that the show is handling Crane's transition into modernity really well.
This show is basically Supernatural when it used to be fun, and I'm perfectly fine with that.
I wasn't completely sold on this show last week but I at least saw promise. After this week's episode, I'm struggling to see anything. Tired, unfunny jokes that feel even more pathetic with the canned laughter, restaurant scenes that simply do not work and should ideally be removed or cut to the absolute minimum for…
That transition into the opening credits was everything. The impressive musical score was everything. Florrick Agos is everything. That outfit Diane is wearing in the image for this review is, you guessed it, everything.
What even was that with Nolan parachuting into the party? Saying it felt bizarre and out of place would be an understatement.
You know, I agree that the kid who plays Peter Pan went from ostensibly innocent escapee to supervillain rather well, but holy shit was he over-acting at the end.
Cats. Cute cats. Cute cats licking Schmidt's nipples.
I have a feeling discussing how terrible this show is will be far more entertaining than watching how terrible this show is.
The son owes some presumably shady type a sum of money, probably to do with drugs, which he's struggling to get together. Yet he's hiding a phone in his bedroom that he uses only to communicate with said shady character. But is it a crappy disposable cellphone? No, it's (what looks like) a frickin' IPHONE! That's…
It's weird and it's ridiculous and it's probably going to get so ludicrous it becomes annoying over time, but right now I LOVE IT. This is a pretty good start to the Fall season.
I'm hoping that Hurricane Laura swoops in, kills everybody, and maybe even wipe the slate clean so we can get a final season that isn't complete excrement.
This season has been incomprehensibly awful but that scene with Harrison getting injured on the treadmill was pure comedy gold. I'm convinced that the writers were inhaling something mind-altering when they wrote the scripts for this season, because nobody with an alert mind could think anything produced thus far…
This season really is so utterly dreadful. Not only is it moving so excruciatingly slow but it's actually throwing plot developments at us and thinks we didn't seem coming from ten miles away. Who really, honestly, didn't see Oliver being the killer/the Brain Surgeon? Anybody?
Season eight is definitely not being helped by the fact it has directly proceeded S7—a season that I actually thought was pretty great from start to finish, albeit still better at the start. But S8 just feels weird. It doesn't feel like the show will be ending for good in a matter of weeks, and it doesn't feel that…