Ah, LXD, you tease. You had me all sucked in with your two excellent opening episodes of Season Three. And then you give me this weak, boring, illogical episode three, "The Forbidden."
First off, the dancing. It's Flamenco. Flamenco, for gawd's sake. I mean, I know that flamenco is a bad ass dance, a street dance originating from Spain. But it made absolutely no sense to include this dance for this episode. And it just looks kind of stiff and cheesy after we just had some sick and scary locking in episode two. Who are these dancers? Are they connected to the Magnificent Seven in some way? Why are they in the desert? You have no reason to feel anything for them at all.
Now the plot. We learn who the narrator is — he's the kid! Fine. All I could think while the camp was burning was, "Thanks for not helping put out the fire, kid. Good thing you stuck around to do some drawings though. That will be super useful later."
And then the Magnificent Seven decides, after one amazing show, to not use their super powers anymore. Instead, they make a pact to scatter to the wind and never use their powers ever… until they die. (duh duh DUH.)
You know who is dying? Me. Help me, Jon Chu. You're my only hope.
Agreed. This was a bo-ring performance.