We open with a scene not for children that blows my mind in all the right ways… Continue reading
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We open this week with Owen in bed with Katie. I’d rather start with Owen in bed with me. But he’s shirtless, so I’ll go with what I can get. We learn that Katie has a pet name for his manhood — Mr. Poofles. That’s right. Mr. Poofles. I can’t make this stuff up. Nucky calls and interrupts them to tell Owen to read the paper.
Mr. Poofles. *sigh* Continue reading
If you don’t know the meaning of the title, don’t worry. Neither did I. But the writers tell us in the episode, so you’ll have to wait until we get there. This week opens with Nucky having a nightmare – he can’t reach Billie on the phone, he sees a young boy in front of him who he starts to cook up some back for and ends up shooting when the frying pan turns into a gun. It’s unsettling to me and worse for Nucky. Eddie wakes him to say Margaret’s on the phone, that the Bishop’s representative is there to go over the plans for his award ceremony and she’s not letting Nucky out of it. After hanging up with her, he asks Eddie if Billie has called and she has not. Foreshadowing? Maybe. Continue reading
Sorry for the delay. There was Sunday Night Football. And replacement refs. And much crying.
We open to an unknown (and mostly unseen) man drilling a hole in a door and then dumping a fishbowl out into a sink. At the last second, he saves the poor goldfish flopping by the drain by scooping it into a glass of water. I have no idea what’s going on, but I don’t think he’s just cleaning the bowl.
It’s get out of jail free day for Eli. The only problem is that his ride home… is Idiot Doyle. Eli reluctantly gets in the car and one of the most realistic dialogue conversations ever on television happens: Continue reading
Last season (not necessarily in this order): Margaret slept with the sexy Owen Slater; Lucy had Van Alden’s baby and his wife Rose wasn’t very happy about it; Van Alden evaded arrest for murdering his fellow agent back in season 1; Jimmy tried to take over AC with the Commodore; Nucky made a slightly more honest woman out of Margaret; the beautiful Richard contemplated suicide and broke my heart about 50 times in only 12 episodes; Jimmy hired someone to kill Nucky, then intervened so he only got shot in the hand; Horvitz killed Angela and her lover when meaning to kill Jimmy; and Nucky shot Jimmy at the end (leaving poor Tommy to be raised by Gillian if Jimmy is indeed dead).
And now the season premiere… Continue reading
It’s the season finale we’ve all been waiting for. Will Pope Daddy die? Will Juan’s body be found (and murderer be found out)? Will Crazy Friar confess? Will Lucrezia and Cesare finally have hot sex on the pope’s throne? (What? A fangirl can dream, right?) Continue reading
We begin with Lucrezia waking in bed, with the caged puma at the foot of her bed. That’s got to be an omen, right? As there’s no one else in bed with her, I’m guessing the puma was delivered/returned for some reason. Continue reading
The season is almost over. Just two more weeks after this one. And things are certainly heating up. Will Lucrezia sex up Rafaelo? What will come of Crazy Friar? Will taster boy take action? Oh yeah… and what of the cowardly Juan who limped off in the woods last week? Continue reading
Yuck. Brother Juan has returned. And he’s riding his horse through the Vatican. WTF? He enters Pope Daddy’s “throne” room (sans horse) and kisses Daddy’s ring. Lucrezia’s there with the baby on her lap and stands to see what it is that Juan has brought as gifts. He’s got a box for Pope Daddy, and then a caged panther is brought into the room as a gift for Lulu. He’s brought Don Hernando de Caballos with him. He’s a soldier and who was at the siege of Grenada where they defeated the Moors. He’s also a “true Conquistador” and has seen the new world and killed the indigenous people who… sorry, no political rants here. Anyway… I’ve not doubt Don Hernando is a better military strategist than Juan. It would be hard not to be better. Continue reading
Last week ended with Pope Daddy declaring “we must atone for our sins.” Good thing it’s Lent then, the perfect season for atonement.
We open with Pope Daddy smearing ashes on peoples foreheads (something that freaked me out the first time I saw it, which was in college— I grew up around Southern Baptists. No ashes, just full body immersion baptisms. I don’t know which is creepier.) “Dust thou art, and to dust thou shall return.” There’s a very old woman there and the pope kneels before her and washes her feet. In the back Della Rovere, the unnamed Friar, and the soon-to-be-taster watch the spectacle, calling it out as a show. Della Rovere points out the pope’s current taster. Continue reading