, writers from The A.V. Club look at the latest streaming TV arrivals, each making the case for a favored episode. Alternately, they can offer up recommendations inspired by a theme. In this installment: For our annual Love Week, The A.V. Club is courting supernatural TV romances.
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Call it a Horrors Week hangover, but as Valentine’s Day approaches, the TV romances we want to watch or revisit all have a supernatural (if not downright terrifying) bent. Give us star-crossed lovers facing obstacles like a council of demons, witches, and vampires who all oppose their relationship, or the tortured paramours of John Logan’s pulpy take on Victorian London. Or, if there has to be a meet-cute, pull the rug out from under us by revealing that one of these sweethearts is traveling across planes of existence to flirt. In that spirit, here are five TV shows that cast a spell with relationships ranging from heartwarming to torrid.
When we first read the words “Baby Yoda-themed
Operation” our big pointy ears perked up. At long last, it seemed, Hasbro had found a way to revitalize its old game of child-led surgery by capitalizing on the fact that the only thing modern audiences want more than to watch Baby Yoda be adorable in episodes of
The Mandalorian is to open up that tiny green chest and see what his tiny (green?) guts look like.
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Mandalorian-themed
Operation took the coward’s way out, giving us a baffling version of the game that satisfies neither the player’s OR daydreams nor their wish to slam Baby Yoda’s organs around a bunch of deceptively sized holes until his nose blinks red.
The Velvet Buzzsaw and Fresh Meat star Zawe Ashton has purportedly been tapped to star alongside Brie Larson, Teyonah Parris, and Iman Vellani as the main villain of Captain Marvel 2. The movie is set to be directed by Candyman's Nia DaCosta, for a November 2022 release.
Illustration: Elena Scotti (io9)
Finally, how could we celebrate Valentines without the couple of the moment? Sure, she’s a chaos witch with powers of a depth unknown even to her, and he’s a sentient android who may or may not be very dead depending on the moment but they make it
work, dammit.
You’ve lived this all before.
That’s the thought that keeps me going, through the acrid sting of mage-smoke in my nostrils and the terror of almost having lost you already. There’s fear on your face, too you’re only now straightening, one trembling hand clutching at your sleeve, and and no. I find I cannot call this woman
you. You look older than your years, your hair streaked with silver. This woman is barely thirty. She does not have your easy calm; she flinches at the sight of the Tierran assassin pinned neatly to the floor by my sword. She is not you, and will not be for years to come.