Of course, the parent failing their daughter most hideously in this episode, Sheriff Beasley, initially seems like an outlier: not a Y2K mom or even a mom at all! So when we’re shown how fucked up his behavior is towards Kelly - like, I wish it had been you who died instead of Karen fucked up - it mostly feels like a continuation of his well-established villain role. That Ash doesn’t immediately burn Pinball Pizza to the ground is a testament to his character and how thoroughly he conceives of Mouse as her own (extremely good and cool) person. She immediately overcorrects, and rather than asking Tabby what kind of support she might need from her as a mom right now, she instead goes straight to, “Are you sure you don’t know who it was? Why didn’t you go to the police? Should we go now, together? Don’t you WANT him caught?” And fuck, it’s just too much! It’s so much that Tabby has to comfort her when she starts falling apart, realizing just how much she failed both Tabby and Imogen.įailing just as spectacularly is Elodie, who rewards Mouse and Ash’s very cute Parent Trap pizza night scheme by dive-bombing Ash with just the most awful question about whether or not, “as a young trans man in Millwood,” he ever feels unsafe. Sure! Sounds great!Īs for Sidney, well, despite having apparently chosen to mount precisely zero follow-up questions anytime over the last two weeks, she’s decided that this is the moment to start.
#BLACK SQUAD GAME MOUSE FULL#
To test this hypothesis, you need look no further than the next scene, in which Marjorie gestures at making some long-needed changes - e.g., getting clean - for her daughter’s sake, but then immediately undermines the move by making it clear that any theoretical success on her part rides on Noa’s willingness to (A) pick up her Pinball Pizza shifts for the rest of the week, regardless of her track team commitments (B) spend the next few nights crashing at Shawn’s (?), so she won’t be around during the worst part of Marjorie’s detox (C) trust that leaving her mom alone in an apartment full of triggers won’t actually backfire. Because they were scared and you were silent, ladies! Keep up! Though I suppose that, given that those same Y2K moms end this uber-confab by urging the girls never to let ANYTHING they discussed LEAVE THIS ROOM, they may have a few lessons left to learn. Incredibly, the same women who spent the last several months stonewalling their daughters so hard that the girls felt safer chasing after a likely murder while armed only with a pile of butcher knives dare to ask why they never told them what they were going through. Or, as Imogen puts it: “The sins of the mothers, visited upon their daughters.” A boy in love a man in pain an act of protracted revenge on all those he thought deserved to be punished for Angela’s death. And I mean, I commend the Y2K Mom Squad for fighting their collective aversion to accountability long enough to be half as honest with their daughters in return, but pro-tip, friends: It was a different time, and She was such an easy target, and It was a game don’t have the exculpatory power you seem to think they do.Īs for the why of it all: “It was a classic Agatha Christie revenge plot,” says Tabby. On the docket? The truth!įrom the Final Girls, this comes in the form of everything: Karen being pushed Tyler being murdered “A” stalking the girls all over Millwood “A” sending their moms those “gifts.” (Presumably, a piece of information they gleaned from their moms offscreen during that same sixteen-day gap.) From the moms, meanwhile, we get … something. (Maybe that’s what they spent the last sixteen days doing?) Inside, it’s a Final Girl phalanx on one side of the living room and a murderer’s row of Y2K moms on the other. That’s sixteen whole days that the girls just, what, went to school (?) before finally deciding to confront their moms about the mystery that’s been terrorizing them for months? Make it make sense!Īnyway, it’s December 11, and we open on the Haworthes’ house, all done up for the holidays. I mean, Thanksgiving landed on November 25, 2021. Nothing better encapsulate Original Sin’s incoherent relationship with time than jumping two weeks ahead of where we left off last week (Thanksgiving) but dropping us in the middle of multiple conversations that could only have reasonably happened later that same weekend.
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