About halfway through this episode I realised I’d finally fucking had it, and had decided I’d be throwing Riverdale into the Discontinued pile where it belongs (and, if we’re being honest with ourselves, has belonged for a long time).
But Betty, her radiant self, has brought me to a compromise: I’m only going to cover her from now on.
No more Archie and his gym/community centre bullshit. No more Veronica and her relentless, eye-rollingly ridiculous mafia crap. And now with Jughead at some arbitrary private (and apparently boarding?) school, no more of that shit, either.
Just Betty being the only character left on this show with a shred of empathy.
And Chad Michael Murray with his shirt mostly off. Let’s not forget about that.