One of my favorite things about Reign has always been its female characters (well, that and Henry sexing someone out a window). Y’all know that Catherine de Medici is love, but I’ve also grown to like Mary’s handmaidens as well. Shit, I even like Claude. In fact, the only female character I just can’t seem to warm up to is Mary herself, but I’ll get to that. As Reign moves toward the conclusion of its second season, the emphasis seems to be shifting off of its leading ladies and onto its resident quintet of fuckboys. “Tempting Fate” might as well have been named “Fuckboypalooza” although that sounds less dramatic.
I think we were all waiting to see how the Reign writers would follow up last week’s episode—specifically, if the rape plotline would be addressed with proper sensitivity or abruptly dropped once the shock value and dramatic impact had run its course. Granted, one episode—and a preview, as we’ll soon see—makes it still a little soon to tell, but so far, the writers’ method wasn’t entirely satisfactory (at least as far as I am concerned).
I know, I’ve been remiss in blogging about Reign lately. I have a lot of thoughts after most episodes and on season two in general but I never actually write them down except sometimes on my twitter, and not in a particularly coherent fashion. But since shit went down on Thursday’s episode, “Acts of War,” I had to write a post about it.