by Cookie N Screen
The Circus is in town and did you feel a pull of terror in the pit of your stomach? Especially as we finally got to meet The Flying Graysons that will produce that elusive Dick later on. Because it all smattered of Joel Schumacher mixed with the equally lacklustre American Horror Story – murder. The screaming reminders of Batman Forever haunted Gotham. But not in the way you would expect. Because honestly, the crazily bright and vivid Schumacher film is a hell of a lot better than Gotham. I’d even take Batman & Robin at this point.
The Circus is in town and did you feel a pull of terror in the pit of your stomach? Especially as we finally got to meet The Flying Graysons that will produce that elusive Dick later on. Because it all smattered of Joel Schumacher mixed with the equally lacklustre American Horror Story – murder. The screaming reminders of Batman Forever haunted Gotham. But not in the way you would expect. Because honestly, the crazily bright and vivid Schumacher film is a hell of a lot better than Gotham. I’d even take Batman & Robin at this point.
The Blind Fortune Teller sees a murder most suspicious happens when the circus comes into town. Of course, Jim Gordon just has to be on a date with the latest mortician who I am not writing the name of because she is clearly a plot device for wooden flirting and will likely be killed off by The Joker, The Riddler or Penguin. Anyway, when the snake charmer, Lyla, turns up dead, the attention turns to the infighting between the Graysons and the Thompkins. Which then leads him down a whole rabbit hole of leads to find out who has been murdering carnies.
There was a definitive theme here of mother knows best and mother will send her sons into complete psychotic breakdowns. There’s Penguin running the club where his mother now headlines as a crazy Russian singing. Then the death of Lyla that sends shivers down your back at the impressions she made on her twisted and demented son. All the while, deep underground, Fish has found a new family to mould into the criminal elite. If delved into, or even mirrored between them, Gotham would have found a new resonance with its writing. It’s almost as if there is one writer in a midst of cardboard cut-outs of writers peddling some shining moments.
There was a definitive theme here of mother knows best and mother will send her sons into complete psychotic breakdowns. There’s Penguin running the club where his mother now headlines as a crazy Russian singing. Then the death of Lyla that sends shivers down your back at the impressions she made on her twisted and demented son. All the while, deep underground, Fish has found a new family to mould into the criminal elite. If delved into, or even mirrored between them, Gotham would have found a new resonance with its writing. It’s almost as if there is one writer in a midst of cardboard cut-outs of writers peddling some shining moments.
This is yet another week brim full of Batman characters that are doing everything but screaming “oh hey guess what? I’m fucking The Joker.” That is exactly what has happened when Gotham brought in Cameron Monaghan’s Jerome. Heck, we like the actor but even his vocal pitching at the beginning just bellowed hints that he is going to wind up being popular green haired mass murderer. Monaghan is great. Actually, he is phenomenal as the murdering clown. The reveal is possibly the best scene that Gotham has ever produced and that is solely down to Monghan's performance.) There is no denial about that. But like Robin Lord Taylor, there is a major fear that he’ll be squandered by the writers pointing wildly like an excited child just so you can really get that this man will be a famed villain.
All of this just reminds you how shockingly shit Gotham is. It’s a B-Grade television show when it could have been more. Squandering talent is one thing but recycling Batman yarn every week whilst dismantling better elements is just lazy. The show has proved that it doesn’t care about it’s characters – which is why Jim Gordon seems like such a prick at this point because now we just do not care about what he is doing. Hell, I even sympathize with the Gotham precinct who have probably placed every single part of their bodies into his coffee. At this point, we don’t even care that he grows up to be Gary Oldman.
And that’s the real joke here.
All of this just reminds you how shockingly shit Gotham is. It’s a B-Grade television show when it could have been more. Squandering talent is one thing but recycling Batman yarn every week whilst dismantling better elements is just lazy. The show has proved that it doesn’t care about it’s characters – which is why Jim Gordon seems like such a prick at this point because now we just do not care about what he is doing. Hell, I even sympathize with the Gotham precinct who have probably placed every single part of their bodies into his coffee. At this point, we don’t even care that he grows up to be Gary Oldman.
And that’s the real joke here.
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