You know a show is good when you are faced with the task of writing a review but have to rewrite the introduction five times because everything you write doesn’t seem to do the show justice.
Well that’s it, after sixteen episodes, The 100 series two is over. To say that it was an emotional rollercoaster is perhaps one of the biggest understatements in history. We saw Finn slaughter innocent grounders, we’ve seen Clarke kill the man she loves and we’ve seen Lincoln struggle through withdrawing from the reaper drug. We’ve seen teenagers drilled to death for their bone marrow, one of the most touching kisses and the biggest betrayal.
With all of this doom and gloom, why do we still watch it?