Kara is deliciously arch and has negative emotions. She is a fearsome entity. Siobhan gets fired. Kara adds decent hair to her ensemble of decent clothes. Cat has a wholesale dismissive approach to Siobhan. Kara is remote and uncaring. Cat is menaced. Max Lord shows up at the DEO. There is a homage to ‘Superman III’. Lord has no nuance and is mesmerisingly useless. Cat is not complicated or sympathetic. Kara is increasingly demented. Cat denounces Supergirl and causes much ill-feeling.
Whilst this was not entirely fresh or electrifying or properly searing, it was good. Where did Kara get her sexy evil Astra like outfit? Did Alex really make Kara dress dowdy? Alex cries again. The DEO forget they have kryptonite weapons. There is growing media and public resentment of Supergirl. Where is Superman? Kara tries to kill Alex and Hank reveals himself. Catco is damaged in the process. Hank is arrested. Alex is too sweetly sentimental, a big change from 1x01. Kara and her massive eyeliner cries and is melancholic after getting her moral ideas back. She has done the not inconsiderable feat of creating consequences.
“I’m friends with all the nice girls.”
“Kick. Alien. Ass.”
“You’re not even worth looking at.”
“Another job that under-appreciates me.”
“I don’t mind it. Yet.”
“What the poor man’s Lois Lane was too idiotic to keep.”
“She killed Miss Grant?”
“They worship me. And those who don’t, will!”
“Deep down, you hate me.”
“Doesn’t look like help to me.”
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
The police come for Hazel and she feels no guilt or remorse. 18 years have passed since the murders and justice finally comes for her. Colin’s convicted, Hazel pleads not guilty and is tried. She shirks her responsibility. There is no grubby verite. Hazel has no display of contrition. Colin is much maligned by the defence but looks forward to life after jail. This was an okay tale of impiety.
“I just don’t believe you anymore.”
“Seems morally right.”
“That was God’s warning to me.”
“What’s been said?”
Anne Neville orates pretentious dialogue. Richard orates and chews the décor as a cauldron of rage. They wed after a chat over her 1st husband’s grave. Richard does evil gloating in ominous and shadowy corners. The narrative’s propulsive principle is good. Richard has exulting glee in casting a lengthy shadow.
Queen Elizabeth Woodville is dissentious. Her clan are rancorous enemies to Richard and various geographically named Dukes who wander in and out at random. The deposed Queen Margaret staggers around like an unkempt mad woman. George is murdered and Edward IV dies. Queen Elizabeth Woodville flees into sanctuary. Her sons are precious child actors.
Richard and his sidekicks do black comedy to have him made King. Anne does not want to be Queen and he has her killed anyway. Richard has his nephews killed and is uneasy on the throne. Henry Tudor lurks and Henry VI did prophesise that Henry Tudor would be King. Richard’s pals can’t trust him. Queen Elizabeth Woodville is a redhead for some reason. Richard decides to marry his niece Elizabeth of York. Queen Margaret, Richard’s mother and Queen Elizabeth Woodville plot and curse Richard.
This looks like a horror movie. Richard is haunted by a dream of his victims and ghostly princelings. Henry Tudor invades and is noble and loved by his troops. Richard is an arse. There is sudden rain and the duo fight and brawl in the mud. Richard dies unloved in the mud and Henry Tudor now Henry VII has won. This was dark, blackly comic and not sardonic or cosily ingratiating
“Plots I have laid.”
“He cannot live. I hope.”
“Do not hear him plead.”
“To take is not to give.”
“Wail his death.”
“A lewd love-bed.”
“To make the Earth my hell.”
“Who follows a stranger down a dark alley?”
“What’s the tray for?”