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.
A similar sense of relief washed over me by the end of this episode, too.
After weeks of “huh” and “meh,” Riverdale finally makes the first move to pull itself out of the pits of second season mediocrity.
I could still use about 100% less land deal intrigue, though.