I’m officially free of my Taboo-reviewing duties, at least until the next series (because there are two more, apparently, which is as much a surprise to me as it might be to you all) goes to air in 2018, presumably. If I’m being honest, I’m going to miss writing about this thing; I wouldn’t say I loved it, and I wouldn’t say I hated it, either, but it frustrated me and dazzled me in nearly equal measure. You probably can’t tell as much by my recaps, because I focus on the things that bug me more so than the things that don’t; that seems like the more forthright thing to do, at least if you ask me (and I’m the writer here, so yeah).
Anyways. My thoughts on the season and its finale are available on the pages of Paste Magazine.
A Constant Visual Feast 