The Cutprice Guignol

Read the rest of this entry »

Read the rest of this entry »

Well, here we are, Jerichodes, at the end of my first-season recaps! It’s been such fun having the chance to look back over this season as a whole with you all, so thank you for giving me the space to do this (and reading/watching along with me!).

“How many people have to die before you don’t care anymore?” Eric Green asks his brother, Jake, in the first five minutes of this episode of Jericho. And it’s a question that, arguably, defines the rest of the story that unfolds this particular week.

Welcome back, Jerichodes! Yes, I did spend the last three months coming up with that fandom name, and that’s why I’ve been absent for so long. Or maybe I was reviewing The Stand or something, and didn’t want such a garbage post-apocalyptic-show-with-a-nuclear-bomb-as-a-thematic-centrepiece to get in the way of this one. Something like that.

Hi there, fellow residents of Jericho! If you, like me, are celebrating the holidays just now, I hope you have a safe and genuinely lovely time no matter what. And, if you’re not, I hope you’re safe and know that you’re genuinely lovely because you’re right here reading this review. How about that, huh?

This double-header in Jericho is all about the only inevitables: death, and taxes. Mostly windmill taxes. But I want to talk about the death.

Things are getting cold in Jericho.