R.I.P 24
24, I am over you.
I am no longer the forgiving fan that will glaze over your ridiculous technology (Chloe, send me the schematics of this random apartment building to my cell phone, STAT! And don’t forget the heat-sensoring tracker on the terrorist!)
I stuck around a bit longer after you killed off Edgar because oh my gosh was he annoying. And the worst thing is he wasn’t even the baddest actor, Chloe is still on, and I will no longer overlook her mundane acting and her squished up, pissy face.
I am also done with Jack being able to kill everyone in the room with one bullet, a chair, and a rubber band. While his cool torture techniques kept me engaged for a bit longer, I can no longer go on.
Goodbye 24. I could give you another chance, but I’ve already given you waaay too many. I hope you can understand.
