Half the episodes could have told the same story without all the endless ennui. Now I loves me my ENNUI like no man alive who is not born in France but damn, lets get on with the solving of the central mystery about these stupid films and the Man in the High Castle. He better be a pretty big deal or damn I will freak.
Remember how stupid Childhood's End of got? You have a guy come out after visiting Earth and he looks just like THE DEVIL. How you could fuck up THAT one amazes me, Arthur C. Clarke. I just hate good concepts that don't pay off and it's starting to look like, with three episodes to go that The Man In The High Castle is going to make my bum hurt like so many of it's predecessors have done to me. Oh how I suffer for my TV.