Necrotongue

The tension around the Greek incident and Wellington's decision adds a solid political backdrop to this episode, but the real highlight is how Prince Albert's decisive action truly shaped history. I loved that the creators steered clear of unnecessary romanticism, keeping the focus sharp and impactful.

I enjoyed the sixth episode because it pretended to steer clear of politics, only to reveal that politics isn’t just about intimate connections at fancy balls. The only thing that bugged me was the overly dramatic evil character straight out of a soap opera. It feels like no one can get rid of her, and even if she died, she’d probably stick around Windsor as a poltergeist.

I'm usually more into the political drama, but the trip to Ireland and the stay at Lord Palmerston's estate didn't disappoint either. The new private tutor was a fun addition, and I'm still curious about Abigail Turner's ethnic background.

The marital conversations had me laughing and contrasted nicely with the rest of the episode, where the creators nailed a really unsettling atmosphere. It's amazing how an epidemic can amp up the tension when paired with a well-written script.

Exile on the Isle of Wight didn’t exactly thrill me. The political drama took a backseat, and the romance aspect came to the forefront. Princess Feodora felt like a classic antagonist straight out of a South American soap opera. Three stars feel just about right for this one.

The second episode picked up right where the first left off. Since the black activist already got on my nerves last time, I decided to just tune him out this time. Doing that, I found myself enjoying the episode more, so I'm sticking with my three-star rating.

I docked a star due to historical inaccuracies stemming from political correctness. I get that the Brits are becoming sensitive, but a black person leading a political movement in 1848!? I don't need this nonsense. If this trend continues, we'll soon have a brilliant surgeon in the series, followed by the first politically active transgender character.

I’ve never made it a secret that I wasn’t particularly fond of French films and series, but sometimes even French filmmakers shine so brightly that I have to give them credit, which was exactly the case of Marianne. I enjoyed the grim, oppressive atmosphere, decent suspense and well-written story. I really didn't expect a horror series (let alone a French one) to be so entertaining. I was expecting something borderline retarded, of which there are so many examples everywhere these days. I was greatly satisfied.

The final episode wasn't half bad, but the creators have definitely shown they're capable of more. Despite a few minor gripes, I found the conclusion satisfying. Plus, it reinforced the notion for me that priests, besides having a liking for little boys, also seem to have a peculiar fascination with fire. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?

For the first time, I found myself somewhat disappointed. That gripping tension I've been raving about seemed to vanish, and the plot felt like your typical, run-of-the-mill American horror with a group of students. Lots of running and yelling, but not much substance hidden beneath it all.