Hank can’t handle the life he chooses for himself. He doesn’t seem ashamed of the person he is. This is the final ever episode as this show was cancelled. This was not fascinatingly good. It is full of moral peculiarities. Everyone seems motivated by malice. There is no Grant Show. Danny stomps off. Doug killed a previous victim. Adam isn’t dead and he’s with Jane and the baby. WTF? How did the reporter end up dead in the woods? Who is the father of Jane’s baby? Adam calls Ben and wants his life back. How did Adam get out of the hole? How long has been out? Why didn’t he run? This show ends; there is no sense or emotional connection.
“Where’s your monster taking you?”
Bibi, an evil Baroness has cool resolve. Slate ‘helps’ Illya to foil the Baroness. They hire a low-rent stripper, Rosy, who looks exactly like Bibi for mock drama. There is no impeccable logic just a crisis of reckoning. Collins shows actual acting skill and Illya does self-satisfied smirks of disinterest.
There is an unsafe looking wheelchair ramp. A malign Baron is a morbid presence. Bibi pretends to be Rosy to foil UNCLE. Slate bleats forlornly. UNCLE is fooled by THRUSH and their sour lives. This show depicts a bleak and barren social and intellectual climate. Slate is calamitously stupid. Illya yells as he and Rosy are shut up in some weird metal contraptions. Everybody lives happily ever after, more or less. This was actually fairly entertaining.
The Super-Colossal Affair
Ginger the idiot du jour is shot in such unflattering close-up that her leg hair is unflatteringly visible. Illya wears an extremely tight white t-shirt. Ginger is the imbecile girlfriend of a fat mob git. A movie director whines as the show goes Hollywood. People are of homicidal temperament and Ginger can’t act.
There is wary contempt. Solo has to bust Illya out of a death-trap. People keep using the term syndicate instead of mafia. Illya rides a bomb which turns out to be filled with the essence of skunk. This was good, skunk bomb aside.
“Is the pool broken?”
The Monks Of St. Thomas Affair
The Pop-Art Affair
Solo is useless. People suffer adverse consequences. There is a hot air balloon, teeth drilling dialogue, method emoting, dud lines, an aggressive lack of talent and Illya shrugging off being shot in the neck. This was awfulness. This was wildly implausible jumbled incoherence. This was unsatisfactory with no interlocking storylines.
“You spray and I spray.”
“A wolf in Beats clothing.”
“Your Dostoyevsky eyes.”
“Graze in your pasture later.”
“Those are bullets!”
“$4.95. I needed rent money.”
“Lose something daddy?”
Adrian Pasdar and Carl Lumley and Chad Lowe guest star. Kara faces horrible retribution for her presumption. Kara does sad acting. There is a moral war with Reign. Mon-El’s bint can’t act. Some dude (Lowe) blathers about a dark god. Did Mon-El and his bint know Kara would be nearly killed by Reign?
It’s Christmas Eve and did Lena see Guardian’s shield? Edge tries to kill Lena, again. There are incoherent fight scenes. Where did Sam get the costume and mask and voice changer? How does Kara not notice that Reign is Sam? Morgan Edge has a lead-lined panic room. Mmmm. Lena and James hook up. Kara causes property destruction as she fights Reign. Kara bleeds and is battered unconscious. Why didn’t the worldkiller snap her neck? Will Reign kill Ruby on Christmas Day? This was good.
“Stand and smite her.”
“The narrative he chooses to believe.”