I’ve gotta say, I was getting my absolute life this episode. I wrote the phrase “Fuck, I love Dynasty” in my notes more than once.
Even dear Cristal got to shine this episode.
Dynasty is my one shining light against the apocalypse that is 2020 so far.
This episode reminded me a lot of Episode 21 from last season, aka Riverdale: Infinity War.
And what timing, too, as Endgame just came out.
I haven’t seen it, yet, but I sure hope Endgame has more to offer than Riverdale.
And amidst all the crazy cult theatrics and juvenile detention-based fight clubs in this episode, the thing I had the most difficulty believing was that Veronica’s speakeasy doesn’t serve alcohol.
So let me get this straight: it’s a bar, but it doesn’t serve alcohol, its staff and clientele are children, and by all observations it doesn’t have any alternate exits?
Veronica’s lucky she didn’t need to have any investors, because that would have been one gnarly pitch meeting.
Ogling aside, it seems my predictions of Sofya’s superfluousness might be wrong.
And as long as her revealed hatred for Klaus this episode doesn’t transform into a weird love thing, I’m happy for her to stick around.
Ain’t nobody replacing my Camille, bitch.