It’s becoming a sincere disappointment that The Originals, which has been pretty good at keeping its characters’ shit together, even when the plot was at times a tensionless, weasel-filled disaster, is having Hayley act so irrationally.
Fine, then. Fuck off. Elijah will be dripping in new ‘tang so fast it’ll be like you never existed.
When I said last week that I wanted a status quo change, I didn’t mean kill Elijah.
With The Vampire Diaries, at long last, dead and buried, it’s time for The Originals to see if it can stand on its own.
Oh, honey. It’s been doing that just fine since last season.
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.
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.