If only the breakup scene could have been shirtless, too.
Oh, Fletcher. We hardly knew ye.
But don’t worry about that basic white guy shirtlessness deficit. Adam’s got that covered.
Liam? More like Li-yum.
But that Alexis face reveal, though.
Even with the level of camp Dynasty has served us thus far, I didn’t predict that.
That’s not to say that this episode doesn’t have just the one. And it is something.
Yes, Dynasty fans. Sometimes you have to eat your vegetables. And this episode is mostly vegetables.
But there is some tasty dessert at the very end.
It’s a reliable look for them.
The drama is high this episode, darlings.
What a fucking closing run. Riverdale could never.
And just like Shangela, robbed of the adulation it deserves.
I mean, so did Legacies. But fuck it, I’ll take the win.
Forget the cautious optimism of Riverdale. Dynasty is a motherfucking shoot, baby!
From forgettable to iconic in the space of only a week, Dynasty again proves it is the supreme soap opera dujour.
Could this be the best episode of Dynasty yet? Better than Thanksgiving?
Oh, honey. It’s close.
And catfight in them, please.
After last week’s sagging disappointment, I was about ready to start my Make Dynasty Gay (and fabulous) Again campaign.
Well, I’m pleased to report that a wedding dress fashion montage with hair pulling isn’t even the gayest thing about this episode.
Dynasty’s back, baby.
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