This isn’t The Sessions, dude.
Well, Caleb’s stink continues to follow around Bates Motel.
Let’s be done with it, already, for fuck’s sake.
What more can you say about Vera Farmiga?
Given the status quo change last episode, and the tightening noose that the end of this episode sets in motion, we were due for a hope spot.
And goddamn, do we ever get one.
Not that I’d turn down a knee touch.
Bates Motel is seriously hurting my heart.
But in the most exquisite way.
I mean, I assume. He is a teenage boy, right?
So Norman and Norma are reunited.
It takes a few rough turns to get there, though.
I’d let Romero touch my leg for silence and/or reassurance any day.
This is a powerhouse, storming episode for Norma Bates and Vera Farmiga.
Just like every episode.
Thank you, Bates Motel.
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