Also a cautious good sign: a change of showrunner (and the new distraction for Schwartz/Savage of Nancy Drew) has not killed Dynasty yet.
And as much soapy fun as a plastic surgery-induced recast was last season, we’ve now evolved to a straight-up recast with Daniella Alonso on the scene as Cristal 2.0, 2.0.
Long may Dynasty reign.
There are only three possible explanations for how Pretty Little Liars turned out:
1) I. Marlene King is clinically insane;
2) I. Marlene King is the greatest troll of the decade; or
3) I. Marlene King is just an incompetent, egomaniacal dickhead.
Don’t you wish it was anything but number 3? Sigh.
I can’t do this, anymore.
Just let it be over. Please.
Only thirteen episodes to go. God save me.
Well who could have predicted it, but I might have to eat my words about PLL taking the inevitable plunge back into unwatchable, retarded shit territory.
Because damn, this ship is crooked, but I must concede, it’s yet to capsize.
Just hold on for two more episodes. Please.
In this episode, B makes a bold claim about how, unlike A, they don’t hide in the shadows, bitch. They’re out here in the open and they’re comin’ to get you.
So, naturally, their approach is to hide in the shadows and send ominous text messages and literally wear a mask.
Lucas’ unnecessary return aside, I’m glad to say this is actually an engaging episode of Pretty Little Liars.
The soap suds are thick, as expected, but they don’t get in the way of the actual plot.
Yes, we’re only one episode from the big Charles reveal.
And PLL certainly likes to rub our faces in it, by closing this episode with an offscreen unmasking.
Because satisfaction isn’t on the Pretty Little Liars priority list.