The film is at its most volcanic when it promises to blossom into a study of a generation’s financial difficulties.
The film’s masterful prologue writes a check that the remainder of this very long, very indulgent film labors mightily to cash.
The film’s unreflective earnestness is haunting in all the wrong ways.
Above all else, Marvel’s Luke Cage is about what, if any, qualifications there are for being a hero.
Jax spends much of the episode trying to mend the bursted gangland seem that he was entirely responsible for opening.
The slow-moving guillotine that’s been hovering over the heads of so many characters in the final season starts to speed up in this episode.
It’s been a while since Sons of Anarchy has unleashed a parade of carnal images like the ones that begin this episode.
Images fixated on agitation abound in the episode’s early stretch.
While Bobby’s fate is left in the balance, the fact remains that Jax and his leather-clad brethren can no longer deny who has the upper hand.
If it weren’t for all the bloodstains and gaping wounds, the eerie opening shot might seem like the beginning of a party sequence gone wrong.
Directed by Guy Ferland, it’s a nasty and sleek episode that plays off the striking tonal juxtaposition between calm and chaos.
For a few moments at the beginning of the episode, Sons of Anarchy doesn’t take itself too seriously.
Cagey strategies occasionally play a role in taking out enemies foreign and domestic, but SAMCRO prefers all-out blitzkrieg.