A restorer works meticulously on a canvas, but its red paint seemingly becomes liquid. Yup, that’s blood (“Blood!” the actor cries unnecessarily). At first I thought it was dripping from the ceiling, because there’s nothing quite like a little still-bleeding corpse hidden in the rafters, am I right? But nope, it’s coming from the painting itself. Frantically, he smears it all over (way to ruin your work, guy), yet moments later the blood is gone.
Remember how last week I said I wanted more focus on Ichabod and Abbie together, instead of Abbie merely acting the supporting role to the Crane marriage woes? Our next scene initially screams pay dirt: two snarky Witnesses spending time together, this round bickering over modern dress (“how can one be both business and casual?” Ichabod grumps over yet another confusing contemporary code). Continue reading