Merlin... the show that teaches its fans what Stockholm Syndrome is all about. This week my expectations were so low that I expected literally nothing, other than more slaps in the face to the fans who give a shit about Arthur and/or Merlin. I expected another ordeal of grandiose tries at fairytale moments, flowery gestures and gruesomely soppy declarations, as the programme fanatically pushed one of the dullest relationships onscreen. And yes... we did get all of those to some extent I admit.
But when the disappointment has become so relentless, you find that, when it stops for even a scene or three, when the Disney Overcompensation downgrades even just a few levels, you find yourself somehow so pathetically grateful you kind of forgive just about anything. Thus, scenes that are, in truth I know, just ‘all right’, scenes that would have seemed mediocre and irrational in early S4 – suddenly seem like little gems of joy.
It wasn’t as appalling as last week, people! Rejoice!
I am Winston Smith, in ‘1984’. I love Big Richard.( Read more...Collapse )