This week they stepped up the action – Walking Dead style – and I can’t say I didn’t love it.
There are many meetings, though not as many greetings this episode:
Abandon hope all ye who enter here:
The Targaryens (both secret and not) are at it again, executing people left and right:
The dreaded curse of reminiscing about dead Targaryens strikes again.
This was the first episode in a long while that made me feel any kind of intense emotion that wasn’t anger.
This episode was delightfully heavy with politics and schemes and, by the end, I had almost forgotten the changes made to Dorne and DOran Martell (who is this DoRAN person).
This was an underwhelming episode, with some editing issues, but very clearly plotted the way the rest of the season is going in.
The episode opens with Abbie singing her little heart out at karaoke and she sounds amazing as well as looking cute. Well, cuter than usual. The reason for this is that the gang has apparently gone on a double date, and while the two ladies can definitely do better, it’s nice to see them all relaxed and smiling. Ichabod and Hawley don’t have a song. It is understandable that Ichabod doesn’t find his teenage jams in the charts anymore, but I suspect Hawley just doesn’t want to admit he’s a Celine Dion boy.
Nothing good lasts forever on this show and Nick has to go away on business, promising Jenny he’d be back later in the night. Wink wink. Nudge nudge. This business seems to be a surprise visit from a woman names Carmilla, which according to my dash is a creature of the night that fancies ladies. This one seems to have a past with Hawley, a rather unpleasant one judging by the fact that he flinches when she calls him Nicky. Perhaps he just knows that with that name he’ll be forever in the shadow of her Minajesty. This blast from his past wants access to Theodore Knox’s estate.
2.13 seemed to be split into two very distinct stories. One was a by the numbers bottle episode about a murderer, while the other was the heartbreaking tragedy of a man coming back from the dead only to be met with well-founded suspicion by the people that love him. The killer did make my hair rise on occasion, however, Irving’s return and everyone’s response to it was much more fulfilling.
The episode starts almost like a procedural; there is a man going about his business, that business being art restoration, only to find blood. A suspicious amount of blood. Instead of discovering a body however, this poor man faced something decidedly supernatural and went through his own personal Lady Macbeth moment when the blood disappeared without trace.