Well, we’re back after the break with an episode that’s more weird than good – but hey, since the show is focused in on it’s four leads this week (Betty, Veronica, Artie, and Jughead) as they all head up to Lodge Lodge in the woods for a romantic weekend away, let’s break this down and take a look at each of our central quartet, one by one. Starting with, of course, Archie.
Hmm.
With a run as good as the one this season of American Crime Story has been on, there’s always going to be an episode that doesn’t stick the way the rest of them do. And this week’s outing, Ascent, is precisely that.
Now, I know that UnREAL (God, that stylised title is already getting exhausting to type) can’t spend all of it’s third season promising us that it knows what it did wrong in it’s second like it did last week, and I don’t want it to. At some point it has to strike out and be it’s own thing, and this second episode, Shield, is certainly an attempt at that.
The world owes Andrew Cunanan. And he’s here to collect.
A timely movie explores the cycles of violence that poison communities, and searches for a way out of them.
Better late than never- here’s my take on Marvel’s best movie in years!
So, I have a slightly…fractious relationship with UnREAL. I think it’s best summed up in this article, that I wrote after the end of season two a couple of years ago, but if you want the tl;dr, a show that was ostensibly about the goings-on behind the scenes of a Bachelor-esque reality show and the grotesquely nightmarish manipulation exacted on the hapless contestants by the staff lost sight of it’s meta-ness and became too wrapped up in it’s own drama (and major restructuring in UnREAL’s writers room led to some scrappy, messy plots and arcs to boot). But I still think the first series is brilliant and I adore both Constance Zimmer and Shiri Appleby, who play showrunner Quinn and producer Rachel respectively, so when season three rolled around, I knew I had to give it a go.
*light, overly personal blubbering*
It’s Sunday, I’m chilling after a busy week, and that means it’s time to wave my arms about and knock my coffee into your lap explaining why one of my opinions has Always Been Right (speaking of TV opinions, I’m running a poll over on Twitter that you can vote in right now to choose my next TV writing project). And this week, to belatedly celebrate the fact that every British person I know has been compulsively bingeing Friends since it came on Netflix, I’m going to prove once and for all why Phoebe is the best Friend.
The Cutprice Guignol 