So not to be harsh, but after spending hours sifting through unwatchable footage I’ve come to the conclusion that I hated this episode with every fiber of my being and wish it was as good as the first and last few minutes.
Game of Thrones has often been accused of being glorified fanfiction after we ran out of books to adapt, mainly by this here reviewer. In a bout of hypocrisy, however, I’m about to gush about this episode at length, precisely because it’s fanfiction.
And so it begins.
Michael may have changed her mind about it -and I may wrong in the long run- but I was right there sharing her frustration over everyone’s obsession with the signals.
The show writers must know I cry whenever Michael cries, but all their manipulations were for naught, because you can’t call a plot hole a time hole and be done with it without a lot of people paying attention. It’s wholly wrong.
This was one of the best, if not the best Discovery episodes to date. It had everything. A woman trying to mend a relationship by hitting on both the gay partners. A funeral I could have cried a lot harder at. Time travel shenanigans. Michael Burnham dying to save humanity from its sins. MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS! Sorry about the All Caps I’m just really excited.
This episode was a confused mess, that nonetheless was saved thanks to exceptional performances by the entire cast, which made me forget my ire over the entire set up. Also hey! I’m alive, all caught up, and trying to get these done this week so I don’t fall behind again. Prepare for a few reviews in a row.