I was all prepped to note that this felt like one of those treading water episodes — just closing certain opening off and opening other story lines up. And then the last five minutes happened, and they were actually very exciting.
Fug File: Fug The Show
This week, on Diet Homeland with Alias: One unsurprising plot twist, and one really tough one. After watching this Mellie episode, I started to wish I could reshuffle the deck somehow and put her flashbacks BEFORE the episode — or maybe even in the same episode — as the correspondents’ dinner, when Mellie prostrated herself to Olivia to save the re-election bid. Just to see. Because I wonder if the naked desperation and begging from that scene would have been more heartbreaking when juxtaposed with these flashbacks. I’m very curious for Fug Nation to sound off on the whole thing.
Getting this one in right under the wire! Blame the fact that I was doing my civic duty last week and getting my jury duty on. This episode was worth the wait, at the very least because the clothes were EXTREMELY cute. Also addressed: Zoe and Joel’s housing situation, and a reappearance of my beloved kitchen pastry. Still hanging: the question of whether or not Lynly is psychotic. I think she’s not supposed to be, but in fact she sure seems like she is.
The show finally remembered that Deacon and Rayna should have scenes together. It’s a start.
First of all, apologies for the tardiness of this recap. I have had jury duty. This may surprise you, but it’s very difficult to recap an episode of Revenge while impaneled. “Hang on one super second, your honor. I’ll tell you all about my past jury service just as soon as I say this mean thing about Charlotte.” Also, apologies well in advance for the fact that I somehow forgot to get a shirtless picture of Jack this week, although there was shirtless Jack. I truly deserve to be prosecuted for that myself.
In which we get a surprise Pat Morita visit — no, not from the Great Beyond — and some overalls and a scene that really, really annoyed me. Aren’t I such a salesman?