
For an updated view on “Thirteen” and my changing thoughts on the real-world issues raised by this episode, please my Season 3 Wrap Up.
Let me say this upfront: I’m a bit scared to write this review. I’m taking a bit of a contrarian stand that won’t please people, especially those that want to condemn this show. So I’m going to get through it using a good friend: scotch. Day drinking, y’all! Lagavulin 16, get in mah belly! Tastes like liquefied Ron Swanson. Ooof.
Disclaimer: This was a heavy episode. It demands more than a cursory or an emotionally inflammatory reaction. Remember, these are only my views, and you may have some very different opinions. I’m doing my best to be analytical. You may feel I’m betraying my own belief system, but my views are nuanced and sometimes conflicted and complicated. I don’t see this episode in black and white. I cannot tell anyone how to react or feel, I can merely present my thoughts and make the best argument possible for my statements and opinions. If you disagree, please engage.
I had to take a more than a day to process the episode, let my emotions calm down and my take is: it was a beautiful, heartbreaking, revelatory, game-changing episode that left me completely drained and shocked. So yeah, it was my jam.
I just want to mention it now: Alycia Debnam-Carey and Eliza Taylor, take all the awards right now for your work together in this episode. All of them. Their acting was raw, emotional, stunning, and moving. I can’t even with these two right now.
I dive deep into the really heavy Lexa and Clarke stuff in the second half of my review, so stick with me folks.
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