Oh, boy. Guys, I think I went through the five stage of grief all while watching this episode. Admittedly, watching it took a while, because I kept having to pause when I got too angry. But now, having drank a bit and also watched a documentary on the Ebola outbreak for some perspective, I’m finally verging on acceptance.
So, fine. Elizabeth is kind of a supervillain now. You know what? It happens. Ask Tony Stark. And after moving through the denial and anger and the crushing disappointment that the couple I’ve loved for over 15 years just got tanked once again, I’ve decided I’m just going to be supportive.
If Liz wants to be a supervillain? Then by God, I want her to be the best supervillain she can be.
NIKOLAS: Are you prepared to deal with the consequences of this?
ELIZABETH: Looking at all those people in the ballroom, it became very clear to me. Half this town lies and cheats and does horrible things to get what they want. And they succeed! They hurt people and there are no consequences. And then there are people like Patrick and Sabrina, who are good, honest, and are constantly made to suffer for it, just like me. I have tried doing the so-called right thing my entire life, and where did it get me? You know! You’re the one who said it to me! I get the rug pulled out from under me again and again and again. But not this time. This time, I’m gonna do what I have to do to just be happy.
You have to admit that as far as bug-nuts villainous monologues go, that was a pretty good one. Also, this look right here?
WHOAH THERE CRAZY EYES
She’s got the look, and the zealot’s conviction, and she’s certainly nailed the art of revisionist history. It’s kind of masterpiece of insane villainy, really. Even Nikolas looked a little scared, as if he’d just realized that for all his months of mustache twirling, he’s still really only the Diet Coke of evil compared to her.
So, instead of devoting paragraphs of CAPSLOCK rage to the out of character, completely unsupported mess that happened on stage today, or how the most predictable, uninteresting choice got made once again, or how taking the story in this direction has removed everything I like about amnesia as a narrative device… I’m just going to stop and give my girl a slow clap.
Go on out and be the best little supervillain you can be, honey! I believe in you! #evilLiz4Life
Oh, yeah, and then some other stuff happened, like: Eddie Maine! Singing one of my favorite songs! And Spinelli! Making Ellie cry! Which only goes to prove once and for all that he is history’s greatest monster.
COURTNEY’S STILL DEAD, Y’ALL
You know, just in case you needed a silver lining.