Well, boys and girls, I should have known better. You know what they say; don't count your chickens before they've hatched.
And what did I do? I counted them. I counted every dang one of 'em. Read my chicken counting yourself. [1] Embarrassing.
Was the fall finale of The Blacklist awful? No. But was it as good as I had hoped (and unfortunately expected)? No.
There were certainly moments of brilliance for sure. The elegantly drawn out torture of Red stands out as one example. The slow meandering explanation of the serum Anslo gave Red was simply wonderful.
Sadly, those moments pailed in comparison to the head-scratching moments. And I don't mean head-scratching in the positive, keep-you-on-the-edge-of-your-seat way. Allow me a few examples.
Where did Red get the metal object to kill Anslo with? He didn't cough it up. I rewatched the scene a few times, and I still couldn't see where or when he got it. Yayzzles for mysteriously appearing objects!!!
Also, how did Elizabeth connect that random address to a site Red could be at? She didn't seem to know it was a black site initially, yet the address stuck out to her. And even if she did know it was a black site, why would that black site stand out from others? I don't know, maybe all that turkey last week made me forgetful, but it just seemed unconnected.
So what did we learn, class?
- Sequels always disappoint.
- Don't count your chickens before they've hatched.
- Most importantly, anytime I can be made to look dumb, I will be.
Class dismissed.