This week’s episode of Scream Queens was, frankly, kind of all over the place. There was one of the most epic scenes to date…followed by a whole lot of running around and woe-is-me angst.
As always, spoilers ahead.
First off, duuuude. Dean Munsch might be kind of terrible and an actual murderer, but she’s got no problem taking on THREE killers and whooping their asses. That’s one thing that’s always kind of bugged me in slasher films specifically—why is the killer always so great at murder? Especially in movies like Scream or ones where it’s an Average Joe type person and no one saw it coming. There should be at least SOMEONE with self defense training who could manage to bring them down, in my opinion.
Enter the Dean. After a really amazing tribute to Psycho which was basically a trap for the Red Devil, she beats him/her down, calls the (seriously criminally ineffective) police, and then ends up taking care of them herself. All three of them, so you know Gigi was there. My only one COME ON is that she backed off enough to let them escape when it was clear that she was more than capable of finishing the job (and last episode proved that she’s more than willing to kill). Not to mention the Red Devils being taken out would only serve her purposes, so that doubles my “Eh?” reaction.
Then we have Grace. As the Dean points out—she plays at being this white knight, but her motivation is really, really selfish. She’s out to find more about her mother. There’s lots of running here and there and OMG NOES and self righteous attitude and some really weird threats that I can’t take seriously (I mean, she looks like a teacup poodle that’s snarling when she’s threatening her creepy dad and basically everyone else she comes across). We find out that *GASP* her mom wasn’t this saint she thought. Her mom was actually the Kappa president partially responsible for the death of Bath Tub Baby’s mom.
Speaking of, there are two Bath Tub Babies? Since when? I mean, I get it. Two babies, two killers. But still, it feels a bit tacked on, rather than the gasp-worthy reveal that I think the show runners were going for.
Meanwhile, Chanel is using her minions—and Scotland Yard—to investigate Zayday and Grace (which is how the true identity of Grace’s mom comes up). Once again, she’s more effective than both the police force and Grace. The evidence isn’t much in the way of proving either of the girls are the Red Devil, but the candle chick confides in Denise that Zayday basically told her a story about mean girls and wanting revenge so OBVS she could be a serial killer. Zayday, naturally, overhears and threatens them both (she’s much more effective at that than Grace).
Which means, DUH DUH DUH, candle chick is the next victim. I’m not sure if this is supposed to point to Zayday being the killer or Zayday being the romantic interest of the killer or what, but the whole death/staging felt kind of meh. It’s like kicking someone already on the ground—not satisfying in the least. But, like it opened with a bang, the episode closed with a “hmm.” We get to see Boone at the gym in his “disguise” which apparently makes everyone think he’s Joaquin Pheonix, and he’s talking on the phone to the other killer saying they need to take out Gigi. Now, this is where it gets twisty for me. Because if you go with the theory that Gigi raised the two Bath Tub babies to be murderous little beasts to do her bidding and get her revenge, that would mean the person on the phone—the mystery Red Devil—is a woman. Which means Boone is the “he” who kidnapped Zayday and tried to court her with roses and whatnot in his murder dungeon. So either Boone is actually bi, rather than gay, or none of this makes sense. Or maybe the mystery Red Devil was the one who kidnapped Zayday and blamed it on Boone?
Honestly, I feel kind of like I’m trying to decipher one of those horrible high school math problems.
Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked back. Though she dabbled in writing, life got in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling, living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get published. Her first novel was an epic fantasy that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two people? She now spends her time—when not lost in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Visit her on her website, Facebook, or Twitter!