Vacation Vixen: Sandra Oh

Well, I’m not really on vacation right now. I’m at a work conference, which then will turn into an extended weekend vacation. But the bottom line still stands, I’m away. As always, I will leave you with some lovely vixens. To start, how about the magnificent Sandra Oh. Wait, my sincerest apologies, Dr. Sandra Oh. The recent honorary doctorate recipient, all-time badass stopped by Stephen Colbert shortly after his (obviously political) cancellation was announced. And, well, did I mention I love her?

This Is Not a Quiz, Lady

Well, the January Doldrums officially start this week (I mean, if they haven’t started for you already). So how about some kooky fun? Do you want to watch two skilled comedic actors ham it up in a feel-good story about sisters and being smart and somehow also dognapping? Of course you do. Like, you had me at Sandra Oh and Awkwafina play sisters. I am loving this recent trend of kinda off-the-wall comedies featuring Asian casts. (See: “Joy Ride” and the one that started it all “Everything Everywhere All At Once”). Also, and this has nothing to do with the movie’s quality but is another reason to love it, this thing is the perfect length. One hour and 39 minutes. Not everything needs to be two-or-three hours. Gimme that 99-minute movie and let us continue on with our lives, even if that just means blissfully rotting away watching even more movies to combat those January Doldrums. Not everything needs to be “Oppenheimer” length, even Oppenheimer. Anyway, watch “Quiz Lady,” it’s fun.

Vacation Vixen: Sandra Oh

Well, I’m on vacation for real this week. I contend then the entire United States should just take the week between Christmas and New Year’s off because no work really gets done anyway (except for besieged retail, restaurant and hospitality workers – godspeed and big tips to you all). Look, if all the Right Wingers keep screaming about the importance of celebrating family and faith during the holiday season, why don’t they want to pay people to stay home to do just that? Can’t this stupid One Nation Under God thing work out for us just this once? Whatever, this is my favorite Eve anyway.

Sister Act

I guess this is the week for me to write about movies that don’t necessarily have any gay content, but have casts that this gay lady adores. So here’s another one. A while back I got all excited because Sandra Oh and Awkwafina were going to play sisters in a new comedy. If you need to know why I got excited about this movie, may I repeat the phrase, “Sandra Oh and Awkwafina play sisters.” Anyway, the trailer “Quiz Lady” has done nothing to dampen my enthusiasm (though, the wrist thing, no thank you). Instead I’m even more excited and ready to watch them hijinks it up. Seriously, two Asian-female led comedies coming (this and the uproarious “Joy Ride”) in one year? What is this, my birthday? Actually, its Hulu drop date of Nov. 4 really will be a belated birthday present. So, you know, happy birthday to me.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Suit Up, Ladies

Sandra Oh in a suit and tie. That’s it. That’s the post.

Fine, the other women on The Hollywood Reporter’s Emmy roundtable cover story look good in their suits, too. And, don’t worry, I see Sandra holding Christina Ricci’s hand. I see it.

My Weekend Crush

Sandra Oh and Michelle Yeoh dancing to Whitney Houston has healed me pic.twitter.com/fr9kS9frTq

— Liv Marks (@OliviaLilyMarks) April 30, 2022

As we continue to rage, rage against the dying of our rights please remember to take breaks, hydrate and — when the mood strikes — dance. Dance like Sandra Oh and Michelle Yeoh at a San Francisco International Film Festival special tribute last weekend. The two actresses ended up dancing it out on stage and honestly thank goodness. The world’s been a lot. America’s Christofascist Republican Party stripping abortion rights and setting their sights on every other hard-earned right. The continued pandemic (America hit 1 million deaths total from COVID week, so, there’s that). Anti-Asian hate because of the pandemic (and, you know, just racists in general). So here’s some joy from Sandra and Michelle instead just in time for Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month. Also, you gotta love how lightning fast Sandra shut down any nonsense about Eve being a straight woman. No. Nope. No, she’s not. Have you watched the show? Dance like no Buty Your Gays-loving showrunners are watching. Happy weekend, all.

This Is The End

Honestly, I’m still heated about that finale. They came so, so, sososo close to becoming legends. They came so, so, sososo close to giving queer women an iconic, groundbreaking, satisfying show to love for, well, ever. But then, in that final 2 minutes and 30 seconds, they fucked it all up. Period.

This isn’t to say they needed to give us a happy ending. Honestly, I was braced for both of them to die. But to reduce Villanelle to a plot device for Eve’s growth/”rebirth” to a normal life? I mean, how insulting. Talk about your complete misreads of a character and indeed the whole show.

When you create a series with queer women at its center, especially queer women like Eve who are finding themselves, its important to understand the community you are representing. And it’s important to understand the history of our representation. It’s been 20 years since “Your shirt.” Yet somehow writers keep giving queer people — especially queer women — fleeting moments of happiness before devastating us with its immediate complete destruction. At least Sandra and Jodie in no way played the scenes in question the way the writers supposedly wrote them, bless their endlessly talented hearts.

So forget that ending. It doesn’t exist. We make our own happy endings. We choose our own destinies. Luckily, there’s the internet to help. From the simple way they could have ended it all (seriously, just hit stop after, “Yeah, but mostly me” and then The Chuckle) to a plethora of other options that wouldn’t have betrayed its queer characters and its queer fans.

You're Killing Us

Well, shit. I knew, KNEW, it wasn’t going to end well. But there’s ending badly, and then there’s series finale of “Killing Eve” ending badly. Honestly, it wasn’t that bad except then in the last 2 minutes and 30 seconds they went and shat on everything this show had built for four seasons. SPOILERS ahead, obviously. Also a lot of cursing. You’ve been warned.

So, that happened. They fucking shot Villanelle in front of Eve after they had finally consummated their relationship and were seemingly truly happy together. Even as much as we all knew this wasn’t likely to be a riding off into the homicidal sunset together scenario, the betrayal of such a smart show with such a lazy, trope-filled ending is still astounding to behold. Yes, the show went full Bury Your Gays and Dead Lesbian Syndrome. A delightful twofer of uninspired narratives that feels about as fresh as those Crocs Villanelle had to put on to escape while recouping from her first murder attempt way back in Season 2.

The parallels between Eve and Villanelle’s ending and Willow and Tara’s ending are unmistakable. Almost exactly 20 years (May 7, 2002, the Kitten Board remembers) after “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” helped launch our modern discussion of the Bury Your Gays trope, we see the same storyline emerge and get presented as an edgy or profound. Look at the queer people suffering. Isn’t that deep? I would call this whole sorted affair the “Your Shirt”-ification of “Killing Eve.” Are we really still setting up narratives that could somehow be interpreted as “punishment” for queer characters after they finally achieve momentary happiness?

What is this, a cheesy 80s slasher flick where the teens have sex and then get axe murdered 3 seconds later because family values? Is this really great company to keep, show?

The ending to “Killing Eve” took a show with a refreshingly untethered moral compass and turned it into a strict morality play in its last two minutes. The awkward moralizing was compounded by Season 4 showrunner Laura Neal who kept referencing in post-show interviews to the final scene as Eve’s “rebirth.” Her coming out of the water with that primal scream wasn’t about sorrow, it was rejuvenation. Ah yes, I thought she sounded refreshed and reinvigorated as she was garbling in horror. That wasn’t a response to the tragedy of losing the singular focus of her existence for the past four years, it was about washing away the last four years. Duh! You can tell a storyline is really working when you have to keep going, “No, see, what we were saying was…” Anyway, I guess this explains all the Jesus stuff from the start of the season.

Also Carolyn is the one who gets to go off triumphantly (and with a possible spin-off) into the good night? I’m going to have to hard pass on that “And who has a better story than Bran?”-nonsense. I mean, I guess we should all be thankful that if this was going to be the sorry end all along, at least they had the courtesy not to drag it out for eight seasons like “Game of Thrones.”

But here’s the rub. The books the series the show is based on don’t end with Villanelle’s death. No, Eve and Villanelle live, with the latter training to be a linguist. I mean, come on, that’s pretty perfect. Talk about your killer language skills. So this was a deliberate choice to kill Villanelle for the purpose of — what? — saving Eve?

Alas, too many showrunners mistake simply killing off queer characters with emotional depth. One does not automatically translate to the other, and in the cases of underrepresented communities storytellers should take special care when considering our stories. You aren’t just killing a character. You are killing the connection and importance an entire community has placed on a character, particularly when they are the still all-too-rare lead characters. For LGBTQ+ communities, who have found ourselves right back in middle of an ugly politicized fight for our existence, representation always matters.

It should also not go without noting that Villanelle is by far not the first queer character this show has killed off unceremoniously. Starting with Bill, whose murder was the emotional needle drop of the entire first season, and going on to include Carolyn’s closeted father and the ruthless assasin wrangle Helene. And some others whose names I cannot remember becase, granted, there was a lot of death overall on “Killing Eve.” Clearly it’s baked right into the title. But, yeah, that’s still a lot of queer character death for one show. A lot.

The things is, we might be having an entirely different conversation if the show had actually let Eve and Villanelle be together for more than 5 minutes. But to build through four seasons to this moment, and then tease us with these fleeting glimpses of their unconventional yet joyous domesticity only to rip them away is not the grand pathos they think it is. It’s just cruel.

It also shows what feels like a deliberate tone deafness to our community’s history and struggle with representation over the years. The Bury Your Gays and Dead Lesbian Syndrome are truly nothing new. Heck, there should could a whole subgenre on just queer women shot in the back and it’d be longer than the list of sitting female U.S. Supreme Court justices. You can draw a straight line from Tara to Clexa to Villanelle and back again — making it an unbroken circle of Dead Queer Women as convenient plot devices.

This is not to say showrunners can’t tell the stories they want to tell. Artistic vision is not beholden to fandom. But you do owe us a good story. And this simply wasn’t that. Indeed, it feels like a misread of the entire show — like all four fucking seasons.

This was never a show about Eve destroying herself. This was always a show about Eve destroying the trappings of what she thought she wanted to tap into the raw pulsing nerve of her most urgent desires. Indeed, there is rebirth through destruction. But not the destruction of any one person or people (though, gosh, Villanelle sure seemed to have fun in her “Kill Bill”-esque rampage through The Twelve). Losing Villanelle, the thing she’s wanted the most all this time, would not be the “reset button” the showrunner envisions for Eve. And it definitely isn’t a reset for us, its viewers. It’s a let down.

Perhaps there are legions of middle-aged married women who are bored with their desk jobs and their perfectly nice mustachioed husbands for whom the ending of “Killing Eve” might be a revelation. But, honestly, I’m sure they were out there rooting for Eve and Villanelle to make it in the end, too. Like, if this show doesn’t realize that everyone, EVERYONE, who watches would swipe right on Villanelle even if her profile literally only said, “Homicidal psychopath assassin with great fashion sense who will definitely kill you” then this show doesn’t understand itself at all.

What made “Killing Eve” so great and so fun for 99.9% of its run was its unpredictability. But I honestly couldn’t even enjoy the happy moments (or even the at-long-last kiss) because the inevitability of their total destruction was all but assured - the only question was how. Before the finale, you never really knew where things were going, and the thrill of that served to us in such unmistakably stylish and seductive packaging made us all feel like Eve’s Season 1 finale monologue. Indeed, I think about this show all the time. Well, I thought about this show all the time. Now, I mostly think about how I can erase the last 2 minutes and 30 seconds from my memory forever. Sorry, baby. That ending wasn’t it.

Luckily, us queers have become adept at creating our own happy endings. We’re already a community that creates its own chosen families. So, don’t worry, we’ve already created our own better ending for Eve and Villanelle.

YALL DONT WORRY I FIXED IT #killingeve pic.twitter.com/BD39Ilweh6

— Sarah || fuck you laura neal (@ripvillanelle) April 10, 2022

My Weekend (Killer) Crush

Gosh, just one more episode. I’ll have a lot more to say once this whole wild ride is over. But what I know for certain is I will miss these two women’s faces together on my screen. I will miss it very, very, very much.

P.s. Yeah, unfortunately, I think Eve removing Villainelle’s arrow is about as much as much romance as we’ll end up getting between our resident cat and resident mouse (whichever is which these days). But, honestly I won’t be terribly mad if Eve winds up with the hot, masc wilderness woman assassin. Yes, obviously, I want the show’s central homicidal psychopath to have a happy ending — whichever one (or both) fall under that category these days. Gosh, just one more episode.

My Weekend Crush (Ultimatum)

Well, I did not have Eve turning to Jesus on my bingo card, but here we are. I don’t know if I’d call that start to the final season of “Killing Eve” auspicious. Instead the show has pulled off quite the switcheroo. When we started, Eve was our flailing obsessive, chasing after a dangerous and elusive target. And now Villanelle is flailing, chasing after a dangerous and elusive target.

While Villanelle is starting, even if for not entirely holy reasons, to go toward the light, Eve is racing headlong into the darkness. The cat is now the mouse, the mouse is now the cat. You know, the whole feline analogy thing.

I can’t say where this will all end. It’s called “Killing Eve” after all so I’m not sure anyone is going to ride off into a perpetual sunrise together or anything. But I can say for certainty that if their romance or lust of just unhealthy obsessive interest in each other isn’t satisfied in this its final season, I won’t feel satisfied either. In short, these two gotta shag. They really do.

You can’t bait us for four seasons — with awkward shepherd's pie dinners and knives-to-throat flirting and cheek-to-cheek actual dancing and THE BUS KISS — without following through. You simply cannot. That’s unfair to loyal fans who have watched all this time as the slow simmer of attraction became an uncontrollable boiling of whatever the hell these two are for each other now.

Don’t get me wrong. I am intrigued to see if Eve Villanelle’s relationship with the pastor’s daughter is going to go anywhere. I mean, what’s a little near fatal drowning between friends and lovers? Poor thing, she’s got it bad. I mean not Eve Season 1 levels bad, but pretty bad.

I hope this show, that’s been this smart and this stylish and this sexy all these years, can find a way to stick the landing. They owe it to their fans, but more so they owe it to Sandra and Jodie who have bristled and burned with chemistry. Make it right, “Killing Eve.” Don’t make me feel sorry, baby. Happy weekend, all.

Eve of Everything

So. You thought it might be happening too, right? Like 45-seconds into this thing and all of a sudden Villanelle faces Eve and then…GETS DOWN ON HER KNEES?!?

Right, so I’m not exactly sure what she had planned there to “show” Eve how much she’s changed. But if these two don’t at least smooch – and consensually not a quickie on the bus – in this the fourth and final season I swear. Like, they’re playing “Oh My Love” in the trailer. We all know they’re in some kind of love with each other. So, you know, let it happen.

Or, even better, have Eve hook up with some random new dude they’re introducing at the last minute. That doesn’t make me want to poke someone’s eye out with a hairpin or anything… Kidding! Violence is not the answer, usually.

So, thoughts, feelings, expectations for the final Eve & Villanelle show?

The End of Eve

So, are they gonna do it this final season or what? “Killing Eve” remains one of my favorite shows, in so small part because of the magnificent chemistry between Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer. Add in globe-trotting, espionage, intrigue, accents, fashion and an all-female parade of showrunners (started off by the inimitable Phoebe Waller-Bridge) and honestly what’s not to like? So I am looking very much forward to this its final season. I hope they do Eve and Villanelle proud this final season. What started as a cat-and-house game has turned into an unstoppable love story of sorts. I am not holding out hope for a happy ending. It’s called “Killing Eve,” after all. But I sure hope it’s a wild ride to the finish – and gay, make it gay.

Vacation Vixen: Sandra Oh

Nothing like a little vintage Sandra Oh to start your day. I’m guessing this is late 90s, early 2000s. Also, where can I get this shirt? Seriously, I am asking for a friend and that friend is me. Also, I haven’t had a chance to watch “The Chair” yet. But I plan to wholesale consume it when I’m back. Preferably while wearing that shirt.

Take a Chair

I don’t even care that Sandra Oh’s starring role in her new Netflix series seems aggressively (like, #metoo aggressively and everything) straight. I just care that it’s another showcase for her unendingly expressive face, and her equally unending talent. Plus, I like her with those bouncy curls for this role. They really work. Speaking of work, that’s two series in a row now that have starred Sandra. Not just the-best-friend-but-definitely-still-supporting-cast Sandra like so many of her other projects. “Killing Eve” has been a glorious fulfillment of abilities. I will not say potential, because she could always do this – it’s just that no one gave her the chance to shine quite this brightly before because, well, we all know the reasons because (cough, racism, sexism, racism, cough).

Anyway, her show seems topical and while it also seems aggressively straight hopefully its tightly strung zany energy results in some very fine comedy. And Amnada Peet is its creator, writer, showrunner and executive producer. Yes, that Amanda Peet.

Also, I saw you Holland Taylor. I hope Holland brought Sarah to the set and Sarah and Sandra got to meet and become BFFs and star in highest-grossing female buddy dramedy road trip movie of all time. And, as long as we’re shooting our shots here, make it gay. Boom, free idea, Hollywood. Wait, even better! I jus remembered Amanda and Sarah are like longtime BFFS already, so obvi, she was on set to see her BFF and her lady. So she’s already met Sandra. And that movie is a go. I love it when a plan comes together.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Villanelle's Accents

Some Thursdays you just need to watch Villanelle/Jodie Comer strut around in a beautiful pin-stripe suit while impeccable running through four accents in under a minute just to impress Eve/Sandra Oh. And that Thursday is today.

Oh, Yes!

The last few weeks have been a lot (hence the late posts), what with the continued pandemic, a variety of personal emergencies (like, our new dog chased our biggest cat in the middle of the night and the cat escaped by jumping onto my face and leaving me with a three-inch scratch across my entire forehead - good times) and other existential crises large and small. But I think part of it has been the continued exhaustion at the world and all its seemingly endless ills. And as an Asian American woman the violence directed at the AAPI community in particular has weighed heavily on my heart. Though, violence (physical and systematic) against any and all marginalized groups should weigh heavily on all our hearts.

So it’s nice to see many of our highest profile Asian voices speak out*, including longtime favorite Sandra Oh. I’m excited I get to watch her (one of the very few Asian actors to headline their own television American show, which if you think about it is nuts because more than half of the world population is Asian) finish out her starring stint on “Killing Eve” with its upcoming fourth and final season. I don’t care what people say, I still thoroughly enjoyed the last season and its even gayer outcomes. Indeed, I hope the showrunners have the courage to take it there and explore the attraction/obsession to its fullest. I know Sandra and Jodie Comer are up for the task. I don’t know if I want Eve and Villanelle to have a happy ending, necessarily. But I definitely want them to address the big queer elephant in the room.

The show hands off to its fourth female showrunner in so many seasons (starting with “Fleabag” creator Phoebe Waller-Bridge, then “Promising Young Woman” director Emerald Fennell and last “Fear the Walking Dead” writer Suzanne Heathcote). “Sex Education” scribe Laura Neal next takes over. I’m thrilled to see so many female showrunners getting a chance to helm this extraordinary show. (Though, I have noticed they are all white ladies, ahem.) So, thanks Sandra. Thanks for your voice and thanks for your talent. And let’s go Eve. Though, given the show’s name, if she makes it out alive should we consider the whole series false advertising?

*Like, did you catch Bowen Yang on SNL? Because you should.

Becoming Eve

See, I told you it was bananas. Spoilers ahead, obviously. What an interesting, unpredictable, at times wildly uneven, at times wildly ambitious and always wildly interesting ride we had with this season of “Killing Eve.” I also think it’s safe to say the subtext of Eve and Villanelle’s attraction and dare-I-say love for one another has become firmly maintext. There’s no question, these two are in a relationship that neither knows how to fully process or how to fully quit. Call it love, call it obsession, call it mutual understanding. But Eve and Villanelle are intertwined in ways neither are willing to walk away from despite everything that has happened.

What I found most riveting about Season 3 was the yin-yanging Eve & Villanelle's humanity. As Villanelle grows more empathetic (for a psychopath), Eve becomes more psychotic (the look in her eyes as she crushed Dasha). Villanelle realizes she doesn’t want to kill people anymore and Eve realizes she can kill people. Like it was a JOURNEY this season. And it ends like one of the great romances, our heroines standing apart yet still together on a bridge.

As queer watchers of this show, seeing the subtext become canon in ways beyond just sex was satisfying. (I mean, don’t get me wrong - I’d like to see some sex too.) I realize it could have left some straight viewers confused, but to us gay gals we’ve read all the signs. So then to see Eve and Villanelle slow dance in that retro music hall was something out of a classic movie. Well, until Eve had to go kill that other assassin who insisted on wearing sensible clothes with good range of motion.

When they spot that elderly couple serenely dancing beside them and Eve asks, “Do you want to be like that?” and Eve replies, “Not anymore.… We’d never make it that long. We’d consume each other before we got old.” HELLO. Way to U-Haul each other’s entire relationship before it’s even started, Eve. And “consume?” So gay. So, so gay.



Yet you can see the growth, like when Eve tells Villanelle, “When I try to think of my future, I just see your face over and over again.” Because instead of consuming her, Villanelle releases her. She gives her the option to leave her and never turn around. Yet neither can truly take it.

The scene brings to mind the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice, also used brilliantly in “Portrait of a Lady on Fire.” They’ve each been granted what they thought they wanted, yet they cannot follow their own rules. They must look back. I’ve watched that scene quite a few times (you know, along with the slow dancing), and each time it’s thrilling to see two actresses of Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer’s quality say so much without saying anything. I mean, damn.

That clever Phoebe Waller-Bridge and her successors gave us another love story when we were expecting an espionage assassin thriller.

I think what I’ve always loved about this show (besides the brilliant acting and gorgeous outfits and stunning European locales) is that I really have no fucking idea where the story is going. I mean, I understand its basic narrative arcs and how Eve and Villanelle can’t quit each other. But what exactly will happen? No clue. I had no idea Caroline would kill Paul (I mean, he was a slimeball who deserved it, but still). I have no idea if Konstantin can be believed (well, actually, no - he can’t). I have no idea what’s next for Eve and Villanelle (a cozy flat in Central London with a great view?)

Granted, the season left many threads both hanging an unpulled. Like poor, poor Gemma Whelan (who you no doubt know and love as Yara of “Game of Thrones” and Marian on “Gentleman Jack”) was given precious little to do but whine and look concerned. But, to be honest, this show has always slacked when it came to secondary characters. In fact it has barely bothered to develop or keep them around between seasons - except for Kenny which, well, you know.

And then there’s the Konstantin question. Did he kill Kenny? (Signs point to yes.) Did he steal that $6 million from the 12? (Signs continue to point to yes.) Did he kill Dasha? (I rewound several times to see how, but it feels implied.) Why would Caroline spare him? (Look, it’s hard to kill an ex, OK.)

In the end, I think “Killing Eve” is about what happens when two people who can see things in each other that no one else can finally find one another. It’s not always healthy, it’s not always pretty, often it’s dangerous. Next season I would like to see the writers fully commit to Eve and Villanelle’s relationship. What started out as cat-and-mouse is now two wolves who have somehow found one another.The show is always most electric when it allows their dynamic to play out. May we watch their dance, slow or fast or awkward or beautiful, continue.

Killing Time

I’m in my neighbors yard squawking to my Other neighbors bird. I have no idea what I’m wearing, an apron? Crocs? Glass of wine! #selfieisolation @InStyle Pls donate to https://t.co/JurHEiBAEZ pic.twitter.com/XgRNvuvkic

— Sandra Oh (@IamSandraOh) April 14, 2020

Well, it’s another day that ends in “day,” so that means it is time to post a video of someone famous slowly going insane from the self isolation. This week that person is Sandra Oh, who is giving us her best chicken noises while wearing an apron and Crocs and drinking wine realness. Hey, you all have different coping strategies for getting through a global pandemic. I mean, I’m sure Villanelle would rather die than wear Crocs. But for Eve and her state of mind right now? Yeah, seems about right.

My Weekend (Killer) Crush

So, technically this is not a post about cats. But it is a post about one of the most epic and epically unpredictable cat-and-mouse psychological dramas ever to grace our teevee screens. With the third season of “Killing Eve” set to premiere on Sunday, it’s nice to know that even in these terrible times we can rely on the important things. Like that watching a psychopathic assassin with impeccable taste in clothing and the object of her mutual obsession and possibly mutual affection chase one another remains wildly entertaining. Having seen the first four episodes of the new season I can definitely confirm the “wild” part. This season is BANANAS, y’all. Like, seriously, bananas.

I hadn’t planned to watch all the screeners - because to be honest I like to be surprised and watch it in real-time with everyone. But we’re in a fucking global pandemic and there’s no time like the present. So, yeah, I watched ‘em all. And can I just say, MORE PLEASE.

So what happens? So much. Where to start? Well, did I mention the season pretty much kicks off with a gay wedding? Oh, yeah, it’s like that.

The show continues to push and tease (and some might say bait) its queer sensibilities, in perhaps some of its most overt way yet. But, let me be frank, it is also pretty brutal. This season is lethal, and you should prepare yourself for that.

Everyone’s life is kind of unhinged. And in a way that feels right given our current worldwide shitshow. And, just like with “Tiger King,” any kind of entertaining moving disaster that has nothing to do with viruses killing scores of people needlessly and governmental incompetence is a welcome respite these days.

So buckle in, kittens. It’s going to be a BANANAS ride. Happy safe and healthy weekend, all.

Killing Time

In these terrible and trying times, I think it’s best to start each week out with something positive. If you can even remember what day of the week it is anymore. Monday, right? And what is more positive than the quasi-love story between a homicidal psychopath with impeccable taste in clothes and the object of her affection and mutual obsession who keeps making inappropriate life and work choices while veering dangerously toward a nervous breakdown? And now with clowns? Yes, “Killing Eve” is coming back for its third season – and early at that. The show’s premiere was moved up two weeks because what the world needs now is Sandra Oh and Jodie Comer, obviously. What’s gonna happen? I have no idea! And that’s the elegantly deranged beauty of this show – I have absolutely no idea what is gonna happen next and I love it. Have a healthy and safe week, kittens.