Very much lets itself down when the last third succumbs to idiotic, spastic plotting which is especially so in regards to its politicising, of which is given far too little attention for far too much self-sanctifiation.
The rest of this is both a glorious ode to westerns and a PWSA greatest hits compilation that hits all the visual, atmospheric and choreography targets that Anderson has become so proficient at over his career with grace that is easily the best of…
Empire of Death
Oh no, it's the threatiest threat that the universe has ever seen and it's going to destroy everything and the doctor is very sad and the universe will never be the sam- oop he did a thing and saved the day hooray.
Probably pisses me off more than most of these episodes because so much of this is dedicated to wheel spinning and overly serious narrative procrastination, how many times do I need to see someone mourn this giant world ending threat that is completely dramatically inert and why does this take so damn long to do such predictable beats?
30 year old marvel obsessed manchildren mad because someone dared to do something original and intelligent with a legacy IP rather than cater to their every beck and call with some fanwank nonsense, fucking troglodytes
