With only one episode left to limp through after this one, it’s time to bring back that one issue that a soap of this low calibre should really stay away from: Native American race relations.
Well, if you’re gonna die without dignity, then why not really shit up the place, hey?
Gosh, I’m glad the announcement of Blood & Oil’s season order reduction (and presumable cancellation) came out last week, or else I would be ditching this wasted opportunity of a show.
But, after this episode, there are only four left.
Amber takes a first tentative step off the bench this week. Let’s keep that momentum going.
Like, really? Decent bodies are a dime a dozen for models-slash-actors. Are we expected to fall passionately in love with Blakey Baby Mouth?
Tim might have been fake as fuck, but so is everything about this show, so it’s not like that was a handicap.