Not gonna lie, I was more than a little worried about what Downton Abbey would look like without Matthew Crawley.
Evil Santa Wesen, you guys!!!
Oooh, pseudo-demon possession and religious blah blah and Wesen, niiiice.
This whole episode reeked of attention-seeking (you know, more than the usual Glee episode) and seemed to be screaming, "LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!" at every jingle-bell-laden turn.
"Holy Terror" was the sort of intense, balls-to-the wall mid-season finale that ruins Christmas in a good way because it needs to be January 14 NOW.
While "El Cucuy" didn't quite continue the "old world vs. new world" thing that Grimm has had going on this season, the episode did feature some nice line-blurring between right and wrong, justice and vengeance.
"Puppet Master" was fun and weird and creepy, despite the fact that it had zero reason to air on a national holiday.
This episode had at least two things going for it: confirmation that Dean Winchester is a slutty slut, and confirmation that Sam Winchester wholeheartedly believes in the power of his Death Peen. OH. ALSO KIM RHODES. So I guess that's three things.
The only thing that made "Thanksgiving III" a Thanksgiving episode is the fact that the word "Thanksgiving" was in the title.
Think long and hard about the warm, welcoming glow of the television and the imaginary people who live inside it: If you could invite a select few of them to come over to your place for dinner, who would make the cut?
It's with a unified front and a clean slate that we close the book on Season 4 and look forward to Season 5.
I think this might be what mediocrity feels like and I don't like it.
Even though it largely just confirmed an awful lot of what we already knew—that even happy Winchester memories are actually fraught with emotional compromise—"Bad Boys" also, finally, gave us an honest look at what makes Dean Winchester tick.