Writing a review only and exclusively to ponder the age-old question, why do people who are running away from vehicles in movies stay in the road (or on the tracks, or the sidewalk, or whatever)??!?
Just once, I'd like to see a potential victim jump into the bushes. Or perhaps slide down an embankment. Or maybe even run towards the vehicle and leap out of the way at the last moment.
I know that this is a (poor) plot device, but it is so maddening! I'm not even sure at this juncture whether I want to finish the episode or not. It's like, yeah, the UNSUB would probably find a way to complete the evil dead regardless, but work with us, here. Make us believe it!
This show is usually wonderful background for my migraine days, and I normally accept the flimsy plots with relief that I don't have to think too much to be mildly distracted, I mean, entertained. But then there's one of these gaping suckers, and the entertainment value is needlessly tainted by the insult to our suspension of disbelief.
I mean, depending upon the severity of the migraine, I'm sure I'm continually losing IQ points, but one does not have to possess a Spencer-like noggin to find that these misfires reflect some lazy writing habits.
Alas and alack, I shall have to resign myself until I'm able to find an equally agreeable bit of distraction, I mean, entertainment.
Just once, I'd like to see a potential victim jump into the bushes. Or perhaps slide down an embankment. Or maybe even run towards the vehicle and leap out of the way at the last moment.
I know that this is a (poor) plot device, but it is so maddening! I'm not even sure at this juncture whether I want to finish the episode or not. It's like, yeah, the UNSUB would probably find a way to complete the evil dead regardless, but work with us, here. Make us believe it!
This show is usually wonderful background for my migraine days, and I normally accept the flimsy plots with relief that I don't have to think too much to be mildly distracted, I mean, entertained. But then there's one of these gaping suckers, and the entertainment value is needlessly tainted by the insult to our suspension of disbelief.
I mean, depending upon the severity of the migraine, I'm sure I'm continually losing IQ points, but one does not have to possess a Spencer-like noggin to find that these misfires reflect some lazy writing habits.
Alas and alack, I shall have to resign myself until I'm able to find an equally agreeable bit of distraction, I mean, entertainment.