Witches of East End - hitting all my soft spots.
I’m a little behind on this, my guilty pleasure show, but I just watched last week’s ep, and it ends with a glorious 4-minute scene with Joanna and Wendy crying and processing all the crap that went down in the episode (which also emotionally solidified what would otherwise only have been That Episode with Exposition Overkill - there was still a widdddle too much exposition for one ep, I’m just saying a lovely end scene like this can sorta let me ignore that).
Seriously, though, why don’t all shows do this? And books. Why don’t they understand that THIS is what I want (am I really the only one?). Yes, I want tension and action and magic and fantasy and scifi and MOTW and stuff, but solving the problem is not the interesting part. It’s not really that interesting to watch characters solve a problem the writers specifically designed to be solvable by these specific characters. What’s interesting is telling a human story about the characters while they’re doing cool kick-ass stuff. And yet SOOOO often it goes tension-more tension-super lots of tension-MORTAL DANGER-quicksolution-THEEND (or they revel in it in the worst/wrong way, the Horation Caine syndrome where he stands around looking pained about something that’s not actually about him). And the characters show up at the beginning of next ep looking none the worse for wear. What WoEE did here? This is what I want!
Other reasons to love this show, Mädchen Amick’s smile and Julia Ormond’s hair. Hnnnnnnngh.
(Yes. Yes, I ship them, just a little, I’M SORRY OKAY?, I just can’t help it.)
"Is there a real place called Asgard?"
"I’m gonna throw up."