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.
It’s pretty bad that realising Dynasty’s mid-season finale won’t be until next week was actually the second worst realisation I had this week.
The worst was that I finally realised what present day Riverdale has been reminding me of:
Revenge Season 2.
Jesus Christ, CW. Reel it in. If Revenge can come back from international terrorist syndicates and goofy hackers, then I have faith you can survive this endless, evil board game.
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.
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.
I’m in two minds about this episode.
For one, it’s the finale, so we can finally say goodbye to this fuck-awful season and live in the glorious bubble of hope that next season will be so much better. Remember how much better Season 6 was after the abysmal ending of Season 5?
But on the other hand, this episode is a huge pile of vomit that is an embarrassment to the stellar (save for Season 5, you know) legacy of TVD finales.
Let’s just do this and then get the fuck outta here.