While Abbie karaoke-s the hell out of “Crazy” (damn but Nicole Beharie’s got a lovely voice) and Ichabod “Huzzah!”s his support from a bar stool, Jenny delicately points out that it “just seems you two have been spending a lot less time together lately.” Hey, someone besides the viewers noticed. Huzzah indeed! Continue reading
Previously on Sleepy Hollow: Apocalypse averted, whew! So surely now we’ll see how the characters reacted to the crazysauce turnaround of Henry offing Moloch! And we’ll get to figure out what Henry’s game is?
Um. Nope. Nope nope nope. Aside from a quick reaction sequence (in which Henry has ~mysteriously~ gone missing), we get shunted to “six weeks later.” This seems a lost opportunity for drama and character development, but pfftt, don’t listen to me, because we’re off to the farmer’s market!
Oooh, a grody wormy apple! Is this ickiness due to the “working[s] of an unholy ceremony”? Or is organic sometimes not the way to go? Continue reading
Last week, the Apocalypse started! It was quite a small and intimate gathering, as attentive viewer Sparky pointed out, just Moloch and his two supportive Horsemen. But still. APOCALYPSE! So it should be pretty crazy and scary and go down at a horrifyingly rapid pace, right?
I actually thought the pace would be way more rapid when Abbie noted that she and Ichabod were basically counting on Katrina to hold off Moloch until they get there. Wow. I mean, Katrina’s whole thing has been pretty much an exercise in Not Getting Things Done this season. Everything should probably go to hell pretty quickly, then!
But, things slow down right quick. First Abbie’s car goes kerplooey from the whole Apocalyptical Electrical interference situation. And as one does during a tense and urgent moment during which the very fabric of the world is threatened, they stop to chat with a mechanic who can’t get the parts he needs right away, aww geez! Why even stop at a gas station? Run, run like hell, or at least commandeer any passing car for non-hell-on-earth justice! Continue reading
Last week, sexy succubus sucking! But now, we open with Abbie approaching a spooky hooded figure in a fog-filled landscape while “You Are My Sunshine” plays in discordant accompaniment. No joke, that song is one that has always creeped me out even when played straight, so I’m already terrified.
Heads up, though, seriously — this episode pressed pretty hard at a number of upsetting issues that left me fairly compromised, so here’s a laundry list if you need warnings before diving in further: mental health issues, abuses of psychiatric patients, suicide, questionable parenting, children raised in a paranoid environment, and THERE’S MORE, BUT THAT’S THE BONES OF IT! Still want in? Let’s go then! Continue reading
Previously, a world of nope at Katrina’s demonic pregnancy. This week, Ichabod and Katrina argue in stylized yet passionate terms about love. For a moment I thought, oh my god, this must be the live action version of Jenny’s crack parody fanfic of Ichtrina (is that the right smoosh name?)! We’re going to see a reveal pull back of Jenny at her laptop, sniggering over her vanilla soy latte! But then it turns out Ichabod and Katrina are just bickering as they watch a Bachelor-style reality show. Meh. I like my idea way better. Continue reading
Last week! And now, oh no, are Ichabod and Abbie caught in mortal danger? No, they’re just doing wisecracking yoga together so we can see Tom Mison in sexy workout pants and have the two of them chat about the best slang for butts (Ichabod’s “double jug” is sure to catch on with the kids these days). Continue reading
Previously on Sleepy Hollow, Pied Piper Bone Flute Child Sacrifice Generational Curse. Yeah, that about covers it. Plus, bonus delicious cappuccino!
Oh my goodness, Ichabod has gone and made himself a friend! All by himself! I have hearts in my eyes. She thinks she’s making him new clothes (and gosh, it’s nice of her to not to mention he might still smell a bit like cave grave) to support his “dedication to colonial reenactment,” and Ichabod thinks Betsy Ross herself would admire Caroline’s handiwork. Continue reading
Previously on Sleepy Hollow, evil coins, evil doings, evil sheriffs. EVIL.
Someone must have felt the fog machine guy for Sleepy Hollow wasn’t getting enough chances to show us the ol’ razzle dazzle. Because when a little girl in pajamas walks in a daze from her family’s historical mansion (down a fancy-schmancy spiral staircase, no less), outside and through the gate, she is surrounded by a veritable sea of lovely foggy night. Good job, fog machine guy! Wait, get back inside your house, seemingly-hypnotized kid! Continue reading
Previously on Sleepy Hollow: Ichabod and Abbie tried to stop a binding ceremony on Katrina; Frank Irving was treated wretchedly (I will never forgive anyone about this), and there’s a new sheriff in town. For real.
This week! It’s time for spooky DIY crafts! Oh look, it’s an adorable exact tiny replica…of Tarrytown Psychiatric. Interesting choice. Henry Parrish finishes painting the replica and smiles. Well, that certainly doesn’t bode well. Continue reading