Sorry, Rob Thomas. No, not that Rob Thomas.
I am a traitor to Veronica Mars’ legacy.
That’s an attack on Once Upon a Time, by the way.
Will iZombie truly shirk the water-treading fluff of its mid-season sag, and capitalise on the impressive build its made over the last few episodes towards its season finale?
Thank God, yes.
Just kidding. Liv doesn’t use fake tan.
I can’t believe it took so long for Liv to finally become a zombie stripper.
iZombie is back to an arc-relevant COW. And the brain Liv consumes this episode isn’t even related to it.
Break the formula, baby.
An attractive man with an animal. Damn, how did they know our weakness?
I would still argue that iZombie doesn’t feel like essential viewing at the moment.
But this episode fights hard to fix that.
Gentlemen prefer blondes. Which explains why Blaine prefers brunettes.
I’ve often felt at times that iZombie had some Phoenix Wright esque elements simmering under its surface.
Well, this episode finally confirms it.
Except the psychic sidekick is a zombie vision-having lead.
Crazy like an ex-girlfriend.
Yes, iZombie answers the age-old question: can zombies fall in love… and have protected sex with non-zombies?
The answer, of course, because this is Liv and Major on iZombie, is no.
She’s been taking dead person pout lessons from Sara Lance, I see.
It’s about time we had a COW that didn’t end in a sympathetic killer.
We ain’t got time for sympathy when there’s so much else going on, anyway.
And I am most definitely not from New Zealand.
It’s time for the zombie secret to break free.
To one more character.
Hey, it’s progress.
We’ll let Ravi keep his on, though.
Well, I suppose a Sebastian-induced zombocalypse will have to wait.
Because it’s time for Liv to get cuh-razy.
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