The Blacklist, however, continues to delight, though this week's didn't excite me as much as previous. Based on the previews for next week, though, it's returning true to form. Something about Spader, I tell you. He just might be my kryptonite.
I'm a bad Whedon fan, by the way. We finally got around to seeing Much Ado About Nothing Sunday afternoon, and I...fell asleep after twenty minutes. And...I wasn't laughing, which dismays me. It was pretty and crisp, but it just didn't grab me. It's not even that I compared it to Branagh's because it's been years since I saw that one. Oh well. I can't love everything.
