“In My Best Interest” reeks of been-there, done-that storytelling.
When did Power turn into a Sadie Hawkins dance?
Dear God, I hope Lobos is dead.
For a show that loves melodrama, Power rarely lets bad things happen.
It always comes down to James and Angela.
I feel like I’m watching an extreme version of Three’s Company.
We really didn’t need to see 50 Cent jerk off.
Ghost’s biggest rival is “fried and burned like a pork rind.”
If this is the end of Wayward Pines, it’s a good way to go out.
This episode should be Naturi Naughton’s Emmy submission.
The season can’t get any crazier than this, right?
James St. Patrick is trying his damnedest to stay clean.
This time-killer of an episode prolongs an inevitable showdown.
“Time Will Tell” reminds us how good an actor Djimon Hounsou can be.
After watching this episode, it’s hard not to be on Team Abbie.
This show really is turning out to be a soap opera, isn’t it?
Serious question: How do people keep getting liquor in the Pines?
It’s always nice to see Melissa Leo.
Is Wayward Pines becoming a soap opera?
Is this show already running on fumes?