The Originals/The Vampire Diaries comparisons between Dynasty and Riverdale are still going for me.
As Riverdale slips further into the quagmire of mediocrity, Dynasty nails another delicious outing this week.
Hell, I reckon Dynasty could probably handle masked serial killers and mafia intrigue better than Riverdale, too.
And the fact that Sydney is still here, and now part of some kind of revamped A Team (the AD Team, I suppose?), isn’t even the stupidest thing about this episode.
Alison being impregnated with Emily’s egg isn’t even the stupidest thing about this episode.
I don’t know if I can go six more rounds with PLL, you guys.
One episode after Ashley has the hottest hook-up of hers and the show’s life, her least hottest comes roaring back.
Don’t do it, Ashley. Think of your vagina. She’s had to put up with Ted for two and a half seasons.
Let her have something that doesn’t come with a plate-sized cookie.
Seriously, do Americans regularly eat cookies that size?
Hanna Fashionistard Counter:
This week is surprisingly appealing (yes, even the orange).
Our count is now 6 No Way, 3 Okay.
It’s Emily’s birthday! Happy Birthday, least favourite Liar!
And her present is an almost-drowned nemesis.
I wish someone would gift me almost-drowned nemeses for my birthday. Instead, I usually get, like, money. And unconditional love.
I would have hoped that with only 1 more episode to go for the season, we wouldn’t be subjected to this boring trash.
Yeah, Malcolm gets kidnapped and the Liars raid a morgue, but it’s all so fucking droll.