Last Gotham review of the year. I’m keeping this one short because, I mean…GOTHAM. Do I have to say anything else?

Last Gotham review of the year. I’m keeping this one short because, I mean…GOTHAM. Do I have to say anything else?

Episode 21. I’m so close to the end of the season. This must be what running a marathon and hitting mile 25 feels like. So close, yet so damn far.

Pictured: Me.
I spent Thanksgiving with my parents in Colorado. It was 18 degrees (fahrenheit), which I refuse to believe is a real temperature. (If there is an entire “news” network that can make up their own “facts”, so can I. That’s how America works now, right?)

(I found this gif via Google. It is the best gif.)
Happy Thanksgiving, fellow Americans! Let’s celebrate by gathering around the table, stuffing ourselves with food, and reminding ourselves why we refuse to discuss politics with anyone who isn’t hidden behind a computer screen.
My review is late for a variety of reasons, none of which are interesting enough to go into here. Instead, enjoy this amazing picture of whatever the fuck this thing is that I found today at a Goodwill.

I’m so sad I didn’t buy it.
Judging by the title of this episode, we’re about to see how everything shakes out after underhanded dealings of Spacey Grandpa and Distant Dad. I can only hope this means Lorelai and Digger, A Sack Full of Spoiled Edamame Shells, are officially over.

The TL, DR version of my review/recap:
After burning through Jerome, the Riddler becoming the Riddler, and the Penguin/Galavan conflict in less than half a season, Gotham is all

In this cold open of the Gilmore Girls, Luke hates babies and Taylor has decided to wear a dead possum on his head. (R.I.P. rodent.)
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