DUN DUH DUH DUH DUN DUH DUH DUH DUN DUH
It’s that time once again, when the increasingly-nebulous nerd quarter of the pop culture world is consumed by feverish Game of Thrones blog posts. So why not throw one more onto the fire? In fact, why not throw a whole bunch more onto the fire? No, not episode by episode reviews– let’s not get carried away here– but periodic check-ins as the season progresses. Maybe together we can answer an important question: why am I still watching this show?
(By the way, big spoilers for, like, everything, including possibly future events in the season)
(Note: in case you missed the earlier announcement, the blog is on semi-hiatus until the 11th of May)
(Also big honkin’ spoilers for this and the previous two books)
It’s the third and final installment of the official Doing in The Wizard guilty pleasure trilogy. Does it wrap everything up properly?
We’re once again entering that magical time of year when assignment deadlines and looming exam preparation begin piling up into the stratosphere, which means that from now until the 11th of May posting will be quite sporadic. In fact, there’ll probably only be one post, but it will be substantial. This should be the last time this happens, unless I somehow end up in a PhD program.
Last time on The Shannara Chronicles, Wil and Amberle were cornered by a big flappity demon. It was great– the thing had just knocked Allanon off a cliff and killed Amberle’s aunt, and Wil was heroically preparing to defend her with a dinky little knife. How will our heroes get out of this jam?
I have this strange fascination with junky American TV shows. If you consume enough of them, you start to notice beguiling patterns, like how seemingly any setup or plot idea can be reduced to a buddy cop show. Seriously, literally anything. Did you know there’s a show where Ichabod Crane from the legend of Sleepy Hollow wakes up in the 21st century and helps a police officer stop the acpocalypse? No, really. I didn’t make that up. A show started this season where Lucifer helps the LAPD solve crimes. It’s called Lucifer. Its Wikipedia page describes it as “an American fantasy police procedural comedy-drama television series.”
Isn’t that just delightful?
And then we come to Colony, a show that hits every single note on the high-concept low-intelligence American TV checklist, and which I rabidly consumed every episode of. I don’t know if it’s any good or not.
Yes, it’s come to this. Pretty soon we’ll be sporking Twilight, like all the cool blogs were doing back in 2007.