There are two types of bad writing: there’s the type of writing which could never be anything but bad, and there’s the type of writing which could have been good and fell short of the mark. The thing about this episode which hurts me is that it had the opportunity to reframe the whole narrative of the show up to this point in a way which would have made a number of at the time frustrating events deeply satisfying in hindsight and it chose not to. The thing about this whole show which hurts me is that in the space between the story it could be telling and the story it is telling lies a fascinating commentary on self-identity and the way people navigate the gaps between expectations placed on their behaviour and the reality of who they are — a narrative it refuses time and again to tease out. This is my least favourite type of bad writing because it means that the show continues to disappoint even after I’ve long given up all hope that it will ever satisfy.









Mary O'Donnell is a student of theoretical physics, and lover of wistful and melodious things. Vicariously is a review blog for film, television, and other media. If you have any questions or comments you can contact me at marylod@gmail.com.