It fails to suggest much more than madness in the method, as the show resumes its retreat into the realm of pure plot.
The fact that it stumbles so badly doesn’t bode well for this shambolic season’s looming finale.
It strings together a series of arresting images, but they’re little more than a placeholder for dramas still to come.
Perhaps the clever conceit of plumbing scientific texts for episode titles and structuring themes has run its course.
Tonight’s episode of Orphan Black comes all too close to the grievous error of which its title warns.
It may be a measure of how much Orphan Black has won me over, warts and all, that watching Tony sidle up to Felix for a kiss left me so discomfited.