the season where Hotch left halfway through wasn’t very good. or the one after that. i don’t even know where we’re up to, at this point.
it’s Criminal Minds Bingo at this point.
Rossi and his ex-wives and genial mobster connections. Prentice speaks very fast and isn’t anyone’s friend any more. JJ has a face like a slapped ‘arris. the one who looks like he has the mumps (Alves?) and the Korean guy with literally no character just stand around declaiming things to each other about serial killers: ‘Charles Manson killed ladies because he was mad’ ‘the Green River Killer murdered loads of people’ then go off and stake out someone’s garage with no backup, or torches. Reid says unpleasant things about the traits of mental illnesses but it’s ok because he’s like, this, autistic genius...
and so to Garcia. Garcia and her amazing front-end from the future, which holds information on everyone who has ever lived, and can be interrogated to find people in Wisconsin with an extra toe on their left foot, who only read early Hemingway and never go to Burger King. and then tell you their address.
last night, Penelope’s Magic Info Box cross-referenced two completely unrelated middle-aged women, and at one point a flyer for a local Bake Sale appeared. it makes me very, very cross as i used to be a business analyst and would have very much liked some next-level database interrogation shit. as it was, i had wonky reports and Excel.
oh. i ranted. ha!
as an aside, Morgan’s new show is bollocks and i predict that he will be back on the old BAU horse by the middle of next season, making sexist remarks to Garcia and having his brows done on the regular.
i really, really wish Hotch hadn’t kicked a producer up the arse.