April 13, 2016
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Season 3 opens with a bang. Just kidding, we’re at the Halliwell Manor as usual. Prue is in the attic, flipping through the Book of Shadows while we get some weird shots of creepy dolls and a teddy bear. I’m 3 seconds into the episode, and I’m already confused. This is going to be a great season, I can tell.
A cuckoo clock goes off and scares Prue and then Phoebe comes in and that scares her too, so much so, she magics Phoebe into some attic junk. Phoebe’s hair is now blondish, and I am not a fan. (M: Me neither. I’m sorry I complained about your old hair! Not really, but bring it back.)
April 9, 2016
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The previouslies is basically a montage of the boys dying a million times, followed by a reminder that the Samulet and its God-finding powers are a thing, so clearly we’re in for tons of fun.
We open at the Motel of the Week. Dean’s face down in the pillow, surrounded by empty beer cans. He wakes to find two balaclava-wearing guys pointing guns at him and Sam. Sam looks freaked. Dean’s all “Must be Tuesday” about it. The guys do the typical villain here’s-my-motive-ing (Dean started the Apocalypse, Sam’s a freak blah blah whatever), and Dean realises that he knows them – the guys are hunters. Sam tries to explain, but gets shot in the chest for his trouble.