I was more commenting on the reviews, who seemed intent on characterizing the show as ‘Veep in space’ (or variations thereof).

“Post divorce piss poor modernism”.

“That pregnant pause was in its third trimester”.

The first episode was outstanding...episodes 2 and 3 feel like a banal hurtling down into nothingness.

The tradition goes as far back as antiquity, and coincides with the advent of drama (see the sentry in Antigone by Sophocles, for example, or the role of the Satyrs in dramatic plays by Aeschylus and Euripides).

She’s a very talented singer/song writer/performer/producer - but comes across as very immature or attention seeking.

The new Grimes album has already been prematurely released (aka leaked over a month and a half ago and three months ahead of schedule).

Of course not. The point is not ‘nothing was real’ - its that we still cannot take anything at face value since the status of Eliot’s ‘reality’ remains in question.

Treem’s article is a lot more nuanced than you give it credit for - you’re just cherry picking quotes to suit your own narrative. Having said that: its appalling that Treem was so willing to share her perspective knowing full well that Wilson could not tell her side of the story. That’s a clear violation of her own…

I’m aware that is what the show wants us to believe. Darlene provides Mr Robot with its ground or anchor. If it is to be internally consistent, however, it can’t have its cake (reality) and eat it too.

I obviously picked that up but your missing the real concern: how can we independently verify the reality of her existence and/or the ontological status of her ‘confirmation’ of what is real? The truth is: the circle remains unbroken within the show’s own ‘reality’.

How do we know that ‘Elliot’ is not just a brain in a vat?

Thank you Bud.

But that was not what I was really saying...or was it?

The season finale merely confirms why I could never buy into the show’s delusions of grandeour from the outset: we had no reason to believe that anything was ‘real’ in the first place, and that Mr Robot’s savior narrative/complex felt way too self-serving and/or pandering to our own neuroses.

Grow up.

You sound like a zealot from the Magisterium.

If the tv series is any indication, I have no idea why the books are so highly regarded.

I’m disappointed she eat the egg: it would have been better if it was a temptation (in the religious sense) that she resisted. It would have been funny, though, if we watched her immediately sink through the water.

The problem is that the showrunners are now contractually obligated to make eighty episodes and are probably running scared - quality control and/or laser focus have invariably disappeared up a dragon’s butt hole.