I had hesitated to write this post. After more than a decade since Veronica Mars became my favourite TV show of all time (sorry, 30 Rock), she’s back, bitches. And she knows everything.
But would I have anything valuable to say?
Nah, not really, it turns out. And that’s a good thing. Also, I’m not usually one to be squeamish about spoilers, but here’s your warning.
At least Felicity finally apologises for that time she broke up with Oliver because he didn’t confer with her about decisions to protect the life of his son who he didn’t know about until five seconds ago and don’t involve her in any way and she was so mad about it she overcame paralysis to literally walk away from him.
Isn’t that a fun memory?
I’ve whinged a lot about Game of Thrones’ soap operatics before.
But I had an epiphany this season: Game of Thrones is exactly that. It’s a soap opera.
Yes, it’s a soap opera with a fabulous budget and the occasional decapitation.
But watching GoT and expecting a soap opera, as opposed to expecting it to be this epic, magical experience that so many fans seem to believe, makes everything much more satisfying.
It’s like Revenge. If Revenge only had 10 episodes per season, 30 more characters, and no clear direction.
So I guess not much like Revenge, then.
NOTE: Before rage quitting because I sound like a dick, please read the About and Review Format pages. I’m not a monster. I’m just a lazy douche.
So I’ve got two new reviews, but posting both would be a bit wanky. So I’ll face them off against each other, which is the hip, alternative solution. Read More…