Do Horror Movies Have to Be Scary?
So, do they?
So, do they?
Welcome to the weekend, one and all! Thanks for stopping by.
Well, dammit, Riverdale might on on a roll.
I hate to say it, but…
“Is it really that bad?” My partner asked me this morning, as I was moaning about having to watch and write about another episode of this season.
“Yes,” I replied emphatically, angrily scratching behind the cat’s ears.
“Worse than Coven?” He replied, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.
“Worse than everything.”
Well, it’s that time – by which I mean, back in it.
Yes, it’s the coveted History Episode, ie, the part of Doctor Who that I have a punishing soft spot for. Even aside from superb episodes like The Empty Child/Doctor Dances and The Unquiet Dead, I’ll go to mat for nonsense like Robot of Sherwood, just because I’m a sucker for anything set in the past (well, I draw the line at Thin Ice, but you catch my drift). I’m a history graduate (by accident, but that’s another story) and Doctor Who has always stuck to a formula for newbies: present day (the premiere), future (last week), and then the past. So, fair warning, I’m so up for this episode, Rosa, because it’s a delve into the world behind us, and I love that shit.
Well, shut my mouth and call me Jughead. Last week, I wrote that I was worried that Riverdale might suffer from some serious third season problems – basically, that it would run out of ideas and drag us through a bunch of shit that didn’t stick to the wall for the first two seasons. But, judging by this excellent second episode, Fortune and Men’s Eyes, I think I might just have been wrong.
Okay, so in this greatest-hits season, we’re finally getting around to some of the songs I can actually sing along to: in Return to Murder House, Emma Roberts and Billy Porter roll back the clock to season one to figure out what the hell has been going on with Michael Langdon, starting with a visit to his original home, the Murder House from the first season. And I loved this season, I really did, so this should have been a win for me. And yet…
Roasting Michael Myers
Get on it friends