Dear RTD,
What the hell, Rusty, what the hell. That was complete and utter bullshit. Tripe from beginning to end. If I hadn't been so bored, I would have hated your guts for this ridiculous farce of a story. But as it is, I am too bored to be anything but mildly annoyed and a whole lotta disappointed. You could have done so much here. You could have told a story that would have blown us away. Instead you wrote gibberish and laced it with explosions so that we wouldn't notice what crap you've served us. Did you think that would work?
The (very few) highlights of the two-parter don't make up for the so-bad-they-need-to-invent-a-new-word-for-it of the rest of it.
Oh and ... Rusty? During the goodbye scenes I nearly fell asleep. Didn't even see his dying scene because I was terminally bored by the pretend drama. I don't know how to tell you this... but you suck at writing grand finals. There. I've said it. Sorry, pal. The truth hurts, I know, but it had to be said.
Way to go, buddy.
No love,
me
In happier news : Eleven has knees! Woot!