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Two things:

So how many nerdgasms were had when Oliver and Black Canary teamed up together and then switched weapons at the end? Because I'm fairly sure there would've been enough to create an Earth tremor.

This whole episode was fantastic and to top it off they have Michael Sheen putting in one heck of an incredible performance right at the end. (Enough for an Emmy nomination, right? I hope so.)

This, pretty much. Emily and Aiden have never been remotely plausible to me because the chemistry is just not there. I can't believe in a love affair of such supposed strength when a vital component like that is missing.

Am I missing something, because I was under the impression that the 'kill off as many extras as possible, and perhaps a main character, as we have too many' sickness was being caused by the water. Obviously the characters are unaware of that if that's the case but still, I'm surprised they haven't at least suspected

I really want to see Jessica and Carrie getting drunk together and giggling about boys.

I can honestly say I have zero interest in Emily's romantic conquests and I never have done. She's using Daniel as a catalyst for inserting herself into the Grayson family, which is fine, but her only other two possibilities are Jack and Aiden, and neither ring true when they're presented. I understand the childhood

I am just amazed by this episode. I had been hearing for weeks about how strong this episode would be but somehow it managed to exceed my lofty expectations. The performances were ALL award-worthy, the pacing was just about perfect, the lack of a case of the week kept things running smoothly and without distraction,

I understand the point made about Bonnie's funeral not having as much of an impact when she's still around, but for me, it's that very fact that makes it feel more tragic. Only one person in the entire world, that we know of, can see her and speak to her, but can never feel her or embrace her in any way. And her best

I may have made a strange and frankly indescribable noise when Ra's al Ghul was mentioned. Any chance to expand further into the DC Universe is more than fine by me.

I've been a bit tired of Person of Interest lately. Not because it's been bad, but because it's just seemed a little bland recently. But then this episode completely reversed that for me and when Root showed up at the end, with Amy Acker looking all kinds of flawless again, I knew the show I love is still there.

Ah, I forgot that he owed her money. It just seemed a little sleazy to me, but that's the least of my concerns with this show anyway.

So Christy basically prostituted herself at the end, right? Sex in exchange for cash and all that.

For a show to be in its fifth season and still able to pull off truly phenomenal episodes like this one is really quite extraordinary. The Good Wife is, in all essence, restructuring most of its narrative at the moment, and it's fucking brilliant.

I'll forgive this show for a lot of Dana-related stuff, and I certainly don't dislike her as much as some seem to, but it's clear that they want me to be invested in her relationship with her terrible boyfriend, and IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Now or ever. There is no chemistry there, no spark, no reason for me to sit back

Florrick Agos & Lockhart.

I haven't been genuinely excited about Revenge since, I don't know, early season two? And now I'm feeling intrigued about what's yet to come.

"You know, those two characters whose backstories are more exhausted than Jared S. Gilmore after an acting class."

The imagery in this show is seriously disturbing. I mean, that opening sequence with the mutilated slaves, the guy with his mouth sewn up (with a strong inference that there was faeces in there), the whole thing with the bull head…GOOD LORD.

Between Hannibal making dinners out of human liver and Madame LaLaurie concocting poultices out of pancreas, it's a wonder I can still look at food without wondering which part of the body it came from