No. Just the climax of Revenge.
I don’t know if you can see it, but there’s a tiny little speck of melted plastic visible in that explosion.
You know who I mean.
I’m sure Louise gets that a lot.
Who would have thought that our cutie patootie heiress-in-distress would end up being the key to Emily and Nolan’s greatest downfall?
Are we sure Emily needs to have that no-kill policy? Couldn’t we go PETA style just this once?
Quick! Somebody hold his earrings.
No no, it’s a simple misunderstanding. Louise only slaps people when she’s hallucinating one of her parents while unknowingly under the influence of malaria medication.
So Frenchy, so chic.
Who knew that Emily finally telling David who she is would actually drive them further apart?
For fuck’s sake.
Louise is a fan of the classics.
It’s about time we got a little slasher movie flavour back in Revenge.
It feels like an age since Tyler’s trigger-happy days.
Thank goodness Louise is also horny, smooth, and batshit insane.
I hope you weren’t interested in being sympathetic or understanding towards David in any way.
Because you won’t want to be anymore.
But did it have to be Aiden?
Revenge is this year’s most improved show.
And what better way to improve on last year’s Declan-killing finale than by killing off 2 main characters?
And even reviving a 3rd.
So sudsy. So chic.
But I guess it’s worth the fabulosity.
Unfortunately, the ensuing catfight is painfully brief.
Fortunately, Revenge is going all the way down the crazy soap opera rabbit hole, and is now throwing around an amnesia plot line.
It’s about time.
“I know I kinda came back last episode, but it’s for real real this time.”
It may have already mostly fizzled out by the end of this episode, but Lydia certainly knows how to get in with a bang.
I guess those are the kind of skills you need to have as a professional adultress.
Conrad doesn’t seem to mind.
He gets it.
Jesus fuck, Revenge.
Why couldn’t I have made my declaration to quit viewing back when every episode was a guaranteed turd?
Now I have to keep watching and hating myself for enjoying it.
This is how serial killers are born.
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