Even I haven’t fully decided whether Bandit’s growing recklessness is teenage pride in her talents that veered into hubris, or if some part of her wanted to stop living the lie, or if it was a bit o’ both.

I like how John throws pink everywhere at the moment of Bandit’s fall from grace, as the emotion of the sequence suddenly comes to an angry peak.

This is a somewhat grim tangent, but it’s a big pet peeve of mine that mass shooters are still described in the media as “shooting suspects.” I understand the reason why: it’s a practice designed not to declare people guilty before trial. But when a dozen or more people see you openly committing the crime in broad daylight… I mean, come on. Gnome culture has its problems for sure, but at least it doesn’t waste a lot of time.