As a counterpoint to being underwhelmed with Gotham, I would just like to point out that the second season premiere of Sleepy Hollow made me laugh harder than I have in… Umm… Actually, I pretty hard and I laugh a lot, so it’s probably only been a couple of weeks.
In any case, Sleepy Hollow treated us to the utter insanity of a sexy, shirtless Headless Horseman in last night’s episode.
Sexy, shirtless Headless Horseman.
I read an unusually large amount of romance novels for a guy, so I instantly recognized the scene as a classic of the genre – the reluctant woman just so happens to see the rough, muscular guy half-naked and all her feminist ideals fly out the window as she melts at the sight of his pecs – but this time the sexy guy’s got an ugly open wound where his head is supposed to be!
[Insert the sound of me laughing uproariously for the next five minutes.]
It occurs to me suddenly that Sleepy Hollow feels like how horror RPGs actually play: thrills and violence and sassy dialogue; absurdly over-armed PCs killing things whenever they get the chance; and constant danger but everyone’s laughing too much to care. Man, I love that show far beyond reason.