I am a PHOENIX and I will rise from your ashes. (Also, yet another moment with chiaroscuro.)
Previously! If you don’t know who Soraya Montalbán is, you will soon. I have no idea if the parallels are intentional between Dawn and Soraya, but oh, was I cackling with glee. (And I needed to laugh because WOWEE, Rape Hospital is pretty much the worst thing on the show yet!) Also, this episode is titled Slabtown, because that was the name of the old Red Light District in Atlanta in the 19th century, right on the spot where now sits the actual Grady Memorial Hospital. OHO.
We’re also gonna bring up all the chiaroscuro. If you haven’t been paying attention to the paintings in every damn episode this season, I’m not doing my job. They’re filming every scene like these Renaissance paintings and I LOVE it.
But let’s get to the Bethisode. Continue reading
Why is this grizzled man so damn sexy to me? IS IT BECAUSE I HAVE EYES? Probably.
Previously! Oooh, there was some awesome resolution in this episode, and a cliffhanger that has me itchy with need. Also, I hope you know how unhappy with myself I am for not managing a Bob’s Burger joke last week. (And that show is gold, Bob’s Burger. Pure D-Gold.)
Let’s get straight to a beautiful bit of symbolism. Continue reading
AND BRING CONDOMS :D /sexy bass line
Previously! In this penultimate episode, we had theories on dinosaurs, sad and lonely Tom cats, reunions, and no sign of Beth…OR WAS THERE? Also, you didn’t think I would go into this recap without telling you how to make a penny battery, did you? Oh, have I got protips for you. AND THEORIES. Let’s dive in. Continue reading
“Say it loud, say it clear!
You can listen as well as you hear.
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye.”
Yeah. That’s a Mike & the Mechanics quote from “In The Living Years” up there. And yes, that’s pretty much their only song, kids younger than me. But it follows the “Rudy” principle: it’s okay for men to cry over it. (Also see: Michael Corleone kissing Fredo, Brian’s Song, and Field of Dreams, the only time crying’s allowed in baseball.)
Previously on the show, everything was terrible and nothing was good. I SAID NOTHING. But! The agony of hiatus is over! The agony of the show, however, has just begun.
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray a friend my brain will stake. Amen.
Previously! This episode was slow to build, but then I could barely catch my breath. Let’s get started. Continue reading
They keep pulling me back in!
Last week we ended with Karen and David as charred kebobs, much to Tyreese’s dismay. We pick up with Glenn digging graves next to where Patrick has already been laid to rest, given the spectacles and handgun hanging off a makeshift cross. Glenn makes cow eyes at Maggie a few graves over, and that’s the height of romance in the apocalypse, and make no mistake about it. (Which is good, because the graveyard is growing. Plenty of opportunities for flirting and courting for the young folk.) Continue reading
Death is always looking over your shoulder in the Apocalypse.
It’s back!! Daryl Dixon, I have missed you. Yeah, yeah, and the rest of them (it’s true! I did! Oh, Rick!) but nobody gives good grizzled like Daryl Dixon. (See, grizzled still has a tiny bit of hope. Rick, well, I think he’s fresh out of hope, honestly. I think he’s absolutely kidding himself on that front. See how death – even just the appearance – is hanging over his shoulder? Wait, why am I talking about it in parenthetical? Let’s get to it!) Continue reading
One more TARDIS console room…One more Time Zombie…ONE! DAY! MORE!
Three guys aboard a dumpster/skip of a spaceship wake up to hear their devices have pinpointed some sexy, sexy salvage. One of them’s an android who feels machine-pain because he is a machine (full of pain! wait, that doesn’t sound like a machine…), and the other two are jerky to him. I’m reservedly squeeful that we have three actors of color in these prominent episode roles!
Meanwhile, Clara and the Doctor bicker about the TARDIS. “It’s not a cheese grater,” he scoffs when she calls it an “appliance”; she’s exasperated he acts like a guy who can’t date someone unless his mother approves. The solution? Take down the shields so Clara can take the TARDIS for a spin! Whoops, taking down the shields makes them fly right into the salvagers’ magnetic field. Lesson: never let your girlfriend drive your mom. Continue reading
I’m still shipping this pretty damn hard.
Well. That one thing I won’t put outside a cut was certainly shocking. Totally didn’t see that coming. Also, Dear AMC: I would like 22 full one hour episodes of this show instead of only 16. You got the coin, come on. Pony up. Love, Me.
And I am kissing my fingers at the delicious evil that is The Governor. What a fantastic character to squirm over all season.
Sorry, Venkman, I’m terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought.
(Get it? Because Ray [Rick] has gone bye bye.)
Boy, this season is not disappointing me in the slightest. In this episode: Rick takes a trip from E Block over to Section 8, Andrea continues to be a Mad Libs of everything women should quit doing, Carol continues to become everything right
with women, and I still love Daryl Dixon.
And the funniest thing said on this show ever is uttered by Merle in regards to why he won’t help strangers: “They ain’t never felicitated my piece, it’s my policy!” Continue reading