Guys. Guys. It’s the last episode. I don’t know if I’m emotionally stable enough for this, but I’m going to try. For you.
We start with a bathtub filling, and Lacroix telling us that life is a gift. Cut to a weird camera angle and Lacroix continuing to speak – he’s never understood willfully giving life up, unless you have faith that there’s something beyond this. But will it be heaven, or hell? Is your faith strong enough to push you to find out prematurely?
All of this is intercut with a woman writing a suicide note and then stepping, fully clothed, into the bathtub to cut her wrists. Lacroix tells us not to do it, not to trade our futures for “an empty box”. Continue reading →
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And without further ado: DIVIA DIVIA DIVIA OMG ARE YOU READY, SNOWFLAKES?! Continue reading →
SNOWFLAKES! IMPORTANT THINGS! I AM GOING TO BE AT DENVER COMICON THIS WEEKEND! Booth 938, specifically, with a bunch of other awesome local writers. If you’re going (and you totally should), stop by and say hi! I would LOVE to meet you guys!
Now, let’s recap!
We open with Vachon’s crew meeting at his church/apartment/whatever. He goes down to escort Urs in, since she was raised Catholic and…still needs an invitation? Needs an escort for a church? It’s not very clear, but then we get a bomb dropped on us: Continue reading →
Snowflakes! I’m back from big (tiny), exciting (not at all) Holy Week adventures (working at church)! Did you miss me? I missed you. Let’s get recapping!
So, Nick runs off, as usual, with little explanation. Nat just lets him go and tries to go back to work, but before she can, the body in the bag sits up and claws its way out of the bag. She grabs a long scalpel and cries for help. The thing lunges at her, but Nick comes back in just in time and grapples with it. Continue reading →
In case you don’t follow my TV recaps (but you totally should, they’re awesome), this one’s a double-header because I was sick last weekend and couldn’t blog. But I’m all better now, and we have TWO chapters today, so let’s get to it!
Chapter 4 opens with a Nightcrawler monologue about family. What makes one, what shapes us into who we become. But it’s really just a segue to hang out in Lacroix’s head for a while, and I’m very pleased to be here. Much cheerier than Nick’s head, and much more philosophical than Tracy or Nat. But then, I do love my villains – so much so, they sometimes become heroes. Continue reading →
Snowflakes. I am sorry to do this to you. But it is how the season starts, so there’s no way around it. Get your tissues ready.
We open on a dude making a bomb, intercut with some people having really aggressive sex. Like, they’re knocking stuff off the nightstands and shit. Oh. It’s the bomb builder who’s having the sex. With a flight attendant. To whom he then gives the bomb, so she can take it on the plane – “Promise not to open it until you’re airborne.” Do people who bomb things usually have active sex lives? It doesn’t seem to fit, to me, but I’m not a forensic psychiatrist or anything, so, you know. Continue reading →