Doctor Who: The Pilot (S10E01)

So here we are, back for some proper Sci-Fi after a long, long time of living the slow path. I was skeptical after Series 9, but: I really liked it? I think it’s gonna be a good final series for Peter Capaldi? And Bill — oh, Bill. She’s the best.

Powerless: Cold Season + I’ma Friend You

So Powerless was on a bit of a break, so here’s my double review of two very… different episodes. Different from each other, I mean. But also, from the show at large, each in its own ways.

Powerless: Wayne Dream Team + Sinking Day

The thing is, comedy — needs chemistry. Comedy needs for characters to have their bits. I’m not seeing any chemistry. Or bits. (Not like that, you perverts.)

“I Know Who You Really Are.” — Sherlock: The Final Problem.

Previously on Sherlock: The Lying Detective. All in all, I liked it, but the script wasn’t as good as it could have been; and I think I liked it mostly simply because I like Sherlock, that’s my baseline. But the episode didn’t earn the emotional fallout the creators expected.

Twin Peaks is returning May, 21

So in case you didn’t know that I’m SUPER PUMPED for the Twin Peaks revival on Showtime — consider this a PSA. Because I am. I NEED IT.

“I made a vow.” — Sherlock: The Six Thatchers

Previously on Sherlock: The Abominable Bride. Let’s get one thing out of the way first. If this episode felt off, wrong, out of whack, off kilter, and very much disjointed and uncomfortable — that’s because the writers want you to feel that way.

“I’m the nanny!” — Doctor Who: The Return of Doctor Mysterio

Oh, I have missed this. So, so much. I found some of Moffat’s Christmas Specials a little bumpy, but I really had fun watching this. The story was well-paced enough, the nefarious plan was engaging rather than entirely foreseeable, and the script combined fun and suspense as well as a few wistful moments following on…

Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life — Fall

This is the grand finale — except there’s nothing grand about it, because it’s been weeks, and I’m still sitting here, gaping at the sheer amount of fuckery that’s going on.