Who writes this hot mess?
Of course there is a girl who almost gets everyone killed because she's afraid of the icky spiders.
And the writers, actors, and director... hhhu hhhu... want to be really clear that... hhhu hhhu... the guy was... hhhu hhhu... out of breath... hhhu hhhu... and had a hard time talking... hhhu hhhu... about the secrets of the mine... hhhu hhhu...
But another guy is being chased and has the wherewithal to shout (to himself), "You're gonna die, you're gonna die. Must! Run! Faster!" without breaking stride or running out of breath.
How can Eve and her teenage daughter tee off on highly trained guards who are twice their size, only getting into a close call when the fight was basically over and a surprise rescue pops out from absolutely nowhere? I guess all the modern city folks moonlight as Navy SEALS? Forget the fact that they don't realize they have a team of horses and are tracked down on foot (by guards who are basically jogging) in merely a minute or two. Just awful.
I don't know how long up to this point they've been tapped in that world, slept outside, worked in mines, were chased, attacked, etc, but the female characters' hair and makeup are still on point. That's Hollywood, what are ya gonna do?
I gave up trying to follow the meandering time travel scenarios, and who is from which century and which person is the other's grandparents or secret long-lost husbands.
At this point I'm only recording episodes and watching them here and there just for a laugh.
Of course there is a girl who almost gets everyone killed because she's afraid of the icky spiders.
And the writers, actors, and director... hhhu hhhu... want to be really clear that... hhhu hhhu... the guy was... hhhu hhhu... out of breath... hhhu hhhu... and had a hard time talking... hhhu hhhu... about the secrets of the mine... hhhu hhhu...
But another guy is being chased and has the wherewithal to shout (to himself), "You're gonna die, you're gonna die. Must! Run! Faster!" without breaking stride or running out of breath.
How can Eve and her teenage daughter tee off on highly trained guards who are twice their size, only getting into a close call when the fight was basically over and a surprise rescue pops out from absolutely nowhere? I guess all the modern city folks moonlight as Navy SEALS? Forget the fact that they don't realize they have a team of horses and are tracked down on foot (by guards who are basically jogging) in merely a minute or two. Just awful.
I don't know how long up to this point they've been tapped in that world, slept outside, worked in mines, were chased, attacked, etc, but the female characters' hair and makeup are still on point. That's Hollywood, what are ya gonna do?
I gave up trying to follow the meandering time travel scenarios, and who is from which century and which person is the other's grandparents or secret long-lost husbands.
At this point I'm only recording episodes and watching them here and there just for a laugh.
