The truth is, this post was delayed because I actually had something to do in the real world there for a while.
But I’d be equally happy to say that it was because I just don’t care about Riverdale, anymore.
Because I just don’t care about Riverdale, anymore.
Despite Kevin and Moose finally getting it together after all this time, this episode has nowhere near the sense of culmination that the Season 1 finale did.
Probably because Season 1 was a slight-to-moderately heightened teen soap opera, whereas Season 2 is this blood-drenched, gangland nonsense, serial killer pit of darkness.
Reel it in, Season 3. Reel it in.
Who knew that in an episode about thwarting the evils of gay conversion that our true hope spot would be the realisation of just how pathetically fragile Hiram is, and the confirmation of Archie’s unfounded bravado?
It’s good to be back, Riverdale.