How Does She Do It
Alex trusts Hank. Cat has a son named Carter. Lucy is a JAG lawyer. Alex shows off her special DEO badge. This was okay pretty glossy TV. Maxwell Lord has opportunism and pleased contempt. I don’t think Winn has good and friendly intentions. Carter is some anguished genius. Kara gazes longingly at James who is currently preoccupied with Lucy. Kara galumphs around National City. Maxwell Lord acts like he is in a David Mamet play and didn’t bother to tell anyone else. Bombs go off,
I guess Maxwell Lord and his fecklessness and overstated flare will be an extended plotline. This was okay but lacked pizzazz. Why isn’t Kara wet after falling into the ocean? A patsy takes the fall for the bombs. Lucy is all venal, opportunistic envy. Winn will turn bad due to psychosexual elements I’m sure. Maxwell Lord basks in his deeper rupture with goodness and dumps a hefty serving of judgment on people.
Kara fixes Lucy and James’ love affair turned nasty and commits child neglect. Hank’s strong; he’s a robot isn’t he? Lord Air Terminal is in peril, not. The patsy is coaxed into lucidity. How do Kara’s boots stand up to stopping a train? Where is Astra? Where is the kryptonite? Where does Kara get her horrid clothes? Maxwell Lord is glib, has destructive thoughts and acts with aggression. He’s also kind of silly. Why didn’t they cast John Shea? Kara the morality protector should be wary of Lord’s chilling negation of sanity and dire acting ability.
“Please don’t yell at me, this isn’t my job”
“You don’t seem concerned by that.”
“Take that friend zone.”
“The fulcrum weight of a helium core.”
“He left us first.”
“Their internal organs melted.”
Louis is not given succour by Mary. Where are all the servants? Kenna has dis-inhibitions. Francis lacks all nuance and creates unholy messes. Narcisse and Catherine paw at each other. This was all musty processed blandness with no compelling variegated depth. Kenna whines about Bash offering little in the way of excitement.
Lola and Kenna realise Greer is a Madam and living in a brothel. Greer is sexed up and nobody chastises her for violating cultural rules. Francis and his endless daily verbal violence against Mary bores. Mary is numbed with despair or something. Francis is not formidably intense. Louis is a sad echo of what he was. Bash wears armour. Bad people have gunpowder - foreshadowing! Choir boys are in peril in troubling circumstances. There is no carefree existence as Mary’s nostalgic return to Scotland is off, for now.
The real Mary’s behaviour was always something of an embarrassment. She liked being relaxed and free with various men who were and weren’t her husbands. Her proudest achievement was being executed. Anyway there is provisional approval for dumb plans. There are blasé accumulative stupid decisions. Conde is a joyful braggart. Francis resents Mary. There is a wildly inaccurate depiction of Elizabeth I’s foreign policy. Conde seriously reassesses his future. There is no de-escalation of tensions just planned provocations and growing disquiet.
Louis, Prince of Conde founded a royal cadet line that was still around in the time of Louis XVI. His plot in this ep makes no sense. There is inadmissible jealously and this was tepid, pretentious, tedious and self-indulgent. Things are too easy to misunderstand and Kenna tries to hook a new man. Conde is treated in an evasive and cold manner and is the subject of a devastating diatribe in which Francis is bitter, churlish, jealous, envious and abandoned.
The soft-centred long slow march to the end of Mary’s life goes on. There is no remorse and embarrassment by Mary. And no love, commitment and a shared life by Mary and Francis. Bitterness and fury fly. This ep was all feebleness and appalled disbelief. No one is emotionally courageous just incandescent and incendiary. My interest has dissipated and quality has been dismissed.
Earth shattering mistakes are made. Catherine and Francis are increasingly intolerant and bossily stupid. TPTB don’t seem aware of how proxy marriages work. I’m increasingly exasperated with sad sack Mary. Francis is irritating, anti-social, agitated, naggy and a constant annoyance with his chronic whinginess and acute self-pity. All the terror, guilt, manoeuvring, expediency and revenge bores.
“You don’t have any friends.”
“Your doings are none of mine.”
“I no longer care what you do.”
“It’s bound to be ghastly.”
“I will carry out your word.”
“Confusing gratitude with love.”
“Nothing will keep him safe.”
“I’d want me dead.”
“They’ve undone the wedding.”
“Fierce and immediate threats.”
“Eyeing a man in a whore house.”
“Her appointed proxy.”
“King Louis of England.”
“The common boys.”