Director Scott Derrickson takes viewers to inner space, to a dimension far behind our mystic ken, in which a lone man is forced to confront a baddie so mystically bizarre that he doesn’t even have a body.
It’s a little late to deepen the mysteries of a confusing, frustrating season, but I suppose signs could indicate the final four episodes will be a sustained blast.
Ah, here’s that feeling again. That feeling that usually comes in the first third of a season (here not until after the halfway point) of things clicking into place.
The Final Chapter uses a darker palate with heavier shadows, more jump scares (seriously, a shit ton of jump scares), and a more frenetic editing style that usually undercuts the impact of the action scenes.
I think what I’m trying to say is that Tank Girl doesn’t so much require an absence of brain, as it does require (or at least strongly support) the use of drugs.
