"My jaw gets so tight."
And now we know who did the killing on The Killing.
Now, that was a great episode.
Is this show actually about a pair of cops that are terrible at their jobs?
This season has both raced and crawled by.
It’s episodes like this one that make us wish the Killing weren’t a show about trying to solve a single case.
No matter how important a clue that turns up is, the investigation doesn’t seem to progress.
So what are we thinking about this Joe Mills character?
The good news is that Holder and Linden are partners once more.
Honestly, we're a little relieved that things appear to be getting back to normal with this show.
And we’re back. With the rain that never stops falling.
So now we know who killed Rosie Larsen. But we still don't know why we continued to watch this show. Regardless, here we are.
We're this close to figuring out who killed Rosie Larsen, y'all.
Just because this show can get away with phoning it in doesn’t mean that it should.
Oh, this show!
“She came here to say good-bye.” Right.
Finally, an episode full of action, relatively speaking.
It’s becoming a trademark on this show to solve the simplest problems in the most convoluted of ways.
Shouldn't they just change the name of this show to The Red Herring?
Honestly, at this point with this show, I’m just trying to understand basic logistics.
It appears that Linden has finally learned how to silence her cell phone.
Drawing out the "drama," one sick-bed scene at a time.
Season two, and The Killing still isn't easy. Or particularly good.
In the penultimate episode, the detectives do some email reading.
The show takes a break from the murder, and it's all for the best.
Bennet Ahmed's in a coma. Time to round up some new suspects.
Things happen this week, but they're no good.
On this episode, the scope gets wider still.
Some red herrings get dispatched, and it all ends with a plot twist.
Resolution or red herrings in this week's episode.
FORECAST: Partly cloudy with a chance of varnish.
We start recapping, on Day 4 of the murder investigation.
For six more episodes.
How about ... no more killing?
But those still watching are older.
The AMC procedural sometimes carries itself as if it's the greatest series in the history of American television.
Just try it.
Start loading your Bockmail now.
As a death row inmate.
"My jaw gets so tight."
The procedural still plays like CBS crime-show hackwork wrapped in art-house pretension.
Boy did those detectives like to work their jaws.