My thoughts before going into this episode were “this episode titled after one of my favourite three movies of all time better not be bad.”
Ah, to be that young and optimistic. How foolish I was. Because this Jawbreaker is, like all of Riverdale Season 3, just fucking broken.
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.
And amidst all the crazy cult theatrics and juvenile detention-based fight clubs in this episode, the thing I had the most difficulty believing was that Veronica’s speakeasy doesn’t serve alcohol.
So let me get this straight: it’s a bar, but it doesn’t serve alcohol, its staff and clientele are children, and by all observations it doesn’t have any alternate exits?
Veronica’s lucky she didn’t need to have any investors, because that would have been one gnarly pitch meeting.