so are we suppose to believe the queens suprise? bitch, please
who tought this format was a good idea
so much bad writing, a confusing concept, almost nothing works here. congratulations nolan, you made a movie worse than interstellar
Ruby is truly dat bitch
the challenges of this season are really weak
sadly, the most irregular season yet
this cast was so promising, what happened? the most inconsistent season so far
Jan is so delusional, I mean...Janlusional.
overall a hot f mess
until now this season has been so inconsistent, this cast is not truly delivering it
the most important episode since the 50th anniversary. the show's core is once again shaken
Almost the revenant plus a generic WW1 premise and the same old war rescue plot. Nothing new.
shitty western propaganda (not very well) disguised as mass manipulation, the same old orientalism.
what a fucking powerful ending, reading the comments here made ask myself if we watched the same show cuz is impossible to expect another ending. I guess all this alt-righty racism and american fear of black comunism says a lot about the fascism that is rising again nowadays
this ending is a hell of a political statement!
y'all can kiss my communist ass
the mess this show has become
this episode was written by a teenager
This was very underwhelming and very incoherent with the show's narrative. Utterly, god ex machina, the easiest way out.
the running from cops sequence was ridiculous
This movie is a disgraceful aberration.
I'm very proud how much this show grown, how the female characters gained more space and voice. So far, this final season has been fantastic.
This whole episode was really terrible
I was expecting so much more. All the build up this final season for this?
Damon was such a brat!
Life is more fun when we're together. That's not right. For example, let's say I'm a music CD, it's an analogy, but you can't listen to the music without a CD player. So Isamu is like a CD player to me. Thanks to him, I realized I had some pretty good music in me, it made me really happy. One thing doesn't work alone, there had to be the two things to make one whole. Isamu and I were like that. That's what I tought. But people evolve, right? We keep changing like a CD player getting replaced by an ipod. I suppose it's what you call growing up. But I tought, "I'm still a CD. Where am I supposed to go?". In the end, if you don't grow at the same rate, the two things stop working together.
The cast was truly great and charming. This season was supposed to be very interesting, but the whole development e conclusion are kind lame as the mythology makes less sense every new season. Great acting stucked between lazy writing.
When I first found out, I, well I felt a lot of things: betrayal, anger, heartache, but mostly fear. Fear that my marriage was ending and that I would be alone, and I was terrified of that. So terrified that I was willing to stay with someone who betrayed my trust. So terrified that I was willing to accept being treated as less than I am, and I know I’m not alone. I know that there are a lot of us who stay in bad relationships because we have convinced ourselves that being disrespected is better than being alone. But we shouldn’t fear being alone, because there is power in rediscovering your own voice, and I had forgotten that.
Sometimes people leave and we don't know why.
well, this episode was the worst until now
Do you think I can have one more kiss? I'll find closure on your lips, and then I'll go. Maybe also one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I'll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the "one mores" they will equal a lifetime and I'll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that's not real is it. There are no more one mores. I met you when everything was new and exciting, and the possibilities of the world seem endless. And they still are... for you, for me, but not for us. Somewhere between then and now, here and there, I guess we didn't just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately sometimes things don't break, they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I'll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it'll always be. Because it was US. And we were magic. Forever.
This is the worst shit I've ever seen. And, boy, I've seen loads of shitty tv!
