No apologies for this late review. I can barely muster any shits to give about Once Upon a Time, anymore.
My last note for this episode was merely “At least Sam Witwer is hot.”
He can crash down in me any day.
Did Eddie Redmayne and Julianne Moore make a pact with the devil? That in order to win their Oscars, they would both have to star in abominable, fantasy action epics?
At least Jupiter Ascending tried to be ambitious. Human-on-Space-Dog-Person love almost could have made it, you know?
What has Seventh Son got? Accent soup?
Who knew that Once Upon a Time could lay claim to doing something better. Yeesh.
I didn’t have any grand epiphanies about Game of Thrones this year.
Even more than season 4, season 5 felt like just another brick in the wall for what is supposed to be the world’s premier wow factor TV series.
Which means it’s becoming more like its network television lessers.
Which means I like it more now.