Shudder’s latest exorcism movie, The Crucifixion, is a pale imitation of the far superior films about demonic possession that have come before it.
Doom Patrol is absolutely absurd. It’s wacky. It’s darkly hilarious. Most of all, Doom Patrol is a wonderfully crazy, meta, delight. It’s unlike any other superhero show currently on the air, it’s unlike any superhero movie created in the last decade. It is a new take on the superhero genre, one that is begging to be pushed into new territory and Doom Patrol accomplishes just that.
Proven Innocent wastes no time in going for the jugular. In the opening scene a man shoots himself front and center and an apathetic Madeline Scott merely wants to know what happens to dogs after a criminal kills themselves.
With Tiff and Blair broken up, Blair is letting loose all over the city. Drugs, alcohol, late-night clubbing, you name it. Mo and Dawn are the ringleaders of his excursions, believing that if he is able to get it out of his system he’ll eventually start missing Tiff. Remember how important it is for them to have Georgina fashion empire money lining their pockets.