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.
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.
Yes. Sirens. Plural.
Because why settle for one should-have-been-on-Supernatural villainess who struggles to act, when you can have two?
Tonight, someone dies.
But it’s not any of the three central characters involved in the obviously toothless death ultimatum plot.
I do feel kind of bad for Tyler, though. Even Sarah bloody Salvatore got a whole episode for her death. All Tyler gets is a single scene?
After letting Arrow and The Flash (and Legends of Tomorrow. And Vixen?) get away with crossovers while they sat on their hands, it’s time for the TVD-verse shows to finally unite for two connected episodes.
Will The Vampire Diaries be buoyed by the current good run of its spin-off sister, or will it shine even duller in pale comparison?
Oh, honey. Have you even been watching this season? Duller, obviously.
And so it begins. Just like the worst parts of the Twilight movies, we must endure period flashbacks to the previous lives of the resident vampire family.
And we already did that (and are still doing that, dammit) with the Original vampires.