And here we are, September 2013 – season three of Once Upon A Time. Dark nit looks out there, so to speak, we head into a world that isn’t as bright and shiny and colorful as the Enchanted Forest used to be, or SB was at least to some extent: Neverland awaits.
As announced at the end of last season, I’ll try and shorten my reviews, for I lack the time to write 10+ pages for every episode. So from now on, this will be a collection of notes of everything I noticed. Continue reading
I’ve decided to try and shorten the whole review thing a bit – it’s become just too much, around ten pages are a lot to write and I just don’t have the time. Also, I don’t think I need to put down the detailed plot; this I assume is known to those who read these summaries (if someone does, lol). Instead, I’ll try to structure the whole thing more. We shall see how it works out.
But, now for the review of ONCE UPON A TIME episode 2×20 – another Regina story.
Lacey. Oh how have we been waiting for that episode. The Rumbelle ep. The one that would finally reunite Rumple and Belle… not quite. More like Lacey, Belle’s SB persona, and Rumple. Or Gold. Or…
August is back! That was the biggest news about this episode; we had to wait long for Pinocchio to return after he went off in the season finale of S1 (or premiere of S2, depends on how you look at it), and was only seen in flashbacks ever since. Now he’s finally back… but again, not for long…
Going back in time is nothing that is new to ONCE UPON A TIME. But this flashback was different. Because it showed us how it all began – in Storybrooke.
Once again, the new episodes of ONCE UPON A TIME seems more like a filler episode; a breather that lets us prepare for the bombs that are yet going to be dropped in the upcoming episodes. This is not means as a criticism. OUAT is a show that needs such eps now and then, otherwise it would become too hard to follow all the plots and events. Continue reading
After 2×11 I said that the only reason I didn’t cry was because I was so shocked by the outcome of the episode. However, as the week progressed and the facts of what had happened sank in, the shock also went away… making space for the tears. So by Sunday, I was literally an emotional wreck.