That Clay is also being developed as a fuller character is another great miracle. You have no idea how glad I am that Kevin’s actually getting to do more this season than any of the past ones, even if his entire character arc thus far is “The Gay Journey TM.” He’s getting to grow, to have actual character, and plenty of screen time. Thankfully that’s not where they go, despite putting Kevin through some other trials. Would this take the hard right turn they did for Ethel’s parents’? There was real possibility things would not end well and from some of the framing, the show knows it. To be fair, I was very afraid of where this plot would go. And then the show doesn’t take the bait and send Kevin on a bodybuilding plot and instead sends him to the ultimate cure for all that ails ya in 50s Riverdale: Basketball. Keller found Kevin’s bodybuilder mag and was like, “what’s this?” and Kevin’s like, Uh, well it’s DEFINITELY not my wank mag if that’s what you’re asking. If you think that mustache is a good idea, I think the only person that’s confused is you, Frank,Īnyone else cackling when Mr. I got a real kick out of him thinking that the “solution” to Kevin being “confused” was the holy power of Basketball. It’s a great contradiction and I hope the show actually explores it going forward or just let’s him be a bit of a clueless Basketball coach. That it still causes harm, to himself and others, just reveals the limits of this expression of masculinity. He’s trying to be kind within it, or trying to be kinder. It’s just these are the ways he knows how to communicate, to see the world. If anything, his advice is only useful in that it illuminates via reflection the ways in which he falls short.įrank’s fast becoming a really interesting figure in Archie’s life because it’s clear that beneath all his bluster there’s a man straining at the box his masculinity forces him into. Werthers, Julian, Penelope – but somehow Frank manages to make every situation worse through his “pep talks.” Or, maybe not worse, but he certainly isn’t actually helping. There are more dangerous and destructive people – Alice, Dr. I just needed to get this one out of the way first – Frank’s got maybe the worst track record for advice in this season. OK, that does sound like the 5th circle of Hell. Lord until the sun goes down, 'till it goes down.What’s up river-bitches?! The repercussions of Betty & Archie’s late night tryst are brought to bear in the most Riverdale of ways: gossip, embarrassment, and the greatest indignity of all: dancing. It's all night pourin', pourin', pourin', Ran into a rainstorm, I ducked back into Novato. That's why if you please, I am on my bendin knees, Heard a voice al callin', Lord you was commin' after me. I had a feelin' I was fallin', fallin', fallin', Try to see what's goin' down, try to read between the lines That's why if you please, I am on my bendin' knees,īertha don't you come around here anymore.ĭressed myself in green, I went down unto the sea. Run around the corner, corner, Lord run smack in to a tree. I had a run in, run around, and run down. I was all night running, running, Lord I wonder if you care, I had a hard run, runnin' from your window. I told Althea I'm a roving son, and I was born to be a bachelor.Īlthea told me, okay, that's fine, so now I'm trying to catch her.Ĭan't talk to you without talking to me, we're guilty of the same old thing.īeen talking alot about less and less and forgetting the love we bring. This space is getting hot, you know this space is getting hot. There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. Gonna want a bed to lay your head and a little sympathy. When the smoke has cleared, she said, that's what she said to me. Loose with the truth, baby, it's your fire, but baby don't get burned. Honest to the point of recklessness, self-centered in the extreme.Īin't nobody messing with you, but you, your friends are getting most concerned. You may meet the fate on Ophelia, sleeping and penchence to dream. You may be a clown in the burying ground, or just another pretty face. You may be Saturday's child, all alone, moving with a tinge of grace. I told Althea that treachery was tearing me limb from limb.Īlthea told me better cool down boy, settle back, easy Jim. I told Althea I was feeling lost, lacking in some direction.Īlthea told me upon scrutiny that my back might need protection.
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