I was going to use a different first image for this review. Because something actually of excitement and note occurs.
But the moment truly is worth keeping as a surprise.
Of my two dying wishes for this show, it fulfills one of them.
Somewhere amongst all this “magic does what we say it does,” telepathic mind journey, forced life-or-death situation bullshit this episode, I’m sure there’s an invested, personal story that’s driven by our main characters somewhere.
Sadly, that story is the twenty millionth retread of Stefan and Damon’s “I hate you/me for turning you/me into a vampire” whinge.
Only six episodes to go, everyone. Let’s slog it out.
I mean, I knew the Sirens were tedious and arbitrary.
But did they have to shed that same arbitrary tedium all over our main characters, too?
At least Alexandra Chando’s young doctor doesn’t tease us with the possibility of becoming an actual character, like Rayna did.
And it was nice of TVD to throw her a bone after passing her up all those years ago, thereby sentencing her to ABC Family Hell.
Thanks, Season 8.
Well, the fucking twins are still around.
And TVD pulls a plot point that it already used five seasons ago.
I don’t know if even Katherine’s return could save things at this point.
You’d think Damon’s staking would be a bit more climactic.
Too bad it’s mired in flawed logic and needless melodrama.
Welcome to TVD Season 8: The Death Throes.