Less Than Jake by Davide Merli on Flickr.
The Bullshit Of Bates Motel
Yet another horror show has come to an end, and, once again, I’ve been left feeling completely underwhelmed, not just by the dénouement, but the season as a whole. Over the past year or so, I’ve been delighted by American Horror Story, suitably entertained by Ripper Street, and completely flabbergasted by The Following. In fact, the only sure thing I could bet on at the moment, a show that I feel everyone should be watching and supporting wholeheartedly, is the recently-begun, rather excellent, Hannibal. But, for the moment, Bates Motel is the business at hand and, man, is business fucking slow.
Bates Motel: Episode 10: Midnight
After a disjointed and, at times, quite uninspiring, first season, Bates Motel unleashed its finale in a whirlwind of guns, death threats, suggested, and also blatant, incest and a whole lot of teenage drama. It was, essentially, the perfect finale to a series that decided after a frightening, thrilling season opener that it would be better to ignore the burgeoning psychopath that is Norman Bates, and instead focus on family issues and high school bullshit. But don’t worry; they’ve stuck in a SHOCKING murder at the end of the episode, to satisfy the most easily sated appetites.
