The titles of these episodes have ceased to mean anything. They could call an episode “Moneyball Squares” and it would be just as effective as “Mad Grey Dawn.” (Yes, I know it’s the name of the painting Riddler steals. It still doesn’t mean anything.)
Instead of my typical rage gif, please enjoy the song that has been stuck in my head for the past week:
Guys. GUYS. This episode was the most insane, bonkers, off-the-wall, batshit crazy episode that this show has ever produced. I’m not exaggerating when I say this. I spent the majority of this episode yelling “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW???” at my TV. This episode was so nuts that it outdid all the other crazy ass moments that have come before. Moments such as:
The time Jim Gordon kissed a prisoner he was questioning in front of his pregnant girlfriend and his boss
The time Edward Nygma hid the hand of the woman he killed in a vending machine at the police station as a clue to himself
The time Harvey shook down a sex club where a dude wearing a diaper and a bunny mask was tied to a chair
The time Fish spooned out her own eye and stepped on it out of spite
The time Alfred drove Bruce to a classmates’ house and had him beat that child senseless while using his father’s watch as brass knuckles. Then he took him out for pizza to celebrate
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.
At the top of each A.V. Club TV review they list a letter grade for the episode. They gave this episode a B-. I thought, “Am I too hard on this show? Am I expecting too much because I’m such a fan of the source material?” (Spoiler – Nope.)
Then I read the review. They gave it a B- because the episode had a coherent story with a beginning, middle, and end. For Gotham, that’s a big deal. The very basics of storytelling are present here and that earns this show a decent grade. And I get it – the A.V. Club reviewer is probably doing everything possible to prevent his brain from walking out the door.
I myself just spent 48 minutes on YouTube watching Nine Inch Nails videos so I wouldn’t have to rewatch this god forsaken shit show of a show.
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