It's the Game of Thrones season finale tonight but the Better Half is out and since my box-watching plate is a little light, I thought, “Was Powers really as shit as I thought?”
I could've tolerated its anaemic 37-minute running time, forgiven how it reused footage from the previous and current ep several times over in some kind of present-day-flashback-suspenseful-character-dynamic-building narrative device, and waited out a pace as slow as a well-meaning am-dram parlour piece. (I've been here before: I watched all 800 fucking hours of The Cult so I'm a goddamned TV watching badass.)
So when two female superheroines arrive to rescue our mere mortal protagonist, and the first one — having been expressly warned to never turn her back on the superpowered antagonist —turns her back not once but twice and is swept aside, and the second one has a glass jaw, I'm like, “Yeah, this is shit, alright.”
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