It seems strange and yet it's been three years since Justin Keating appeared on our screens; la prima stagione di HTGAWM fu una grande rivelazione, the second confirmation, the third was the trait-d'union between early college-style drama and what we see now in season four, that is an adult legal drama for all purposes. At least the intent.
OH-MY-GOD! OH-MY-GOD! I said OH-MY-GOD?! How many irons in the fire, How many twists, How many mysteries solved and how many mysteries that thicken! There is nothing to do ’: Murder is always exceeds!
We are now on the eve of the great episode: very few missing pieces to complete the puzzle “who shot Annalise?”, but like last season the answer is anything but predictable.
[For reasons of higher order, Although nothing can be defined as more important than Grey's Anatomy, It was not possible to publish the review of episode 12 ’×06, “The Me Nobody Knows”. In this post I will try, then, to summarize to comment on even the events of last week to fill the gap.] In Seattle it is time to face the difficult times: Blake came to stay, tap move right and learn to live with it. And the fact that Meredith has to find another hospital where I work is just the first small step in a long and difficult road.
There is an episode of Gossip Girl in which Georgina Sparks, After religious and disciplined, announces that it has found his evil side and Machiavellian with a “You can tell Jesus that the bitch is back”. Ecco, If week sounded like it was with Annalise ’ water in the throat, Unable to control all side effects, Here she now resumes the handful of control situations, with double plays, of which only you are capable.
The chickens are coming home to roost, the plans got out of hand, paranoid flare up and everything seems to get out of hand: for the first time since the start of the series ’, We have the feeling that things will not go smoothly, It is no longer possible to put a patch for each murder and unexpected will pay the consequences of their actions.
A difficult this episode, how difficult it was to frame the reactions and emotions aroused. While watching I was passing continuously from “insomma, poor thing, but” a “DIE, UNCLEAN CREATURE”. Basically we are on the threshold of schizophrenia.
It seemed impossible, but sometimes even Justin Keating manages to keep everything under control: apparently, You can cover only a certain number of murders before the dense Web of relationships necessary to support the play begins to disintegrate.
I just spent the last three weeks stressing how this new season was lighter and carefree of previous: le ultime parole famose. After three episodes where we were miraculously devoid of emotional scars, Here is that Shonda strikes again.