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The Musketeers save the day, Rochefort claims the credit and, shockingly, the King fails to learn any substantial lessons.
This episode suffers from a shortage of developed background characters and an over-reliance of chance. Rochefort seemingly lures the King into this trap, but for once is no part of the skulduggery (although his guards are useless,) which kind of leaves no indication of how they were invited. It's also unclear how Marmion has managed to go from village nobody to scientific marvel of the age in a relatively short space of time, and his tragic backstory is somewhat spoiled by the fact that when making intolerable choices as to which of his sons would eat, apparently he kept himself alive. When he starts his game, Milady walks free by pure chance, and while a large number of anonymous courtiers are killed it's difficult to care when they are just faces in costumes, which kills off a lot of the potential tension in the episode. Even Aramis survives a fall from a window by dropping onto an awning, quite by chance.
And then there is the King...
We open the episode with the King demonstrating the science of a solar eclipse by simultaneously showing off that he's bonking Milady and hinting that he will eventually ditch her, and yet he wonders why people hate him. He once more poo-poos the Musketeers (including D'Artagnan, who is chided for 'encouraging Marmion to play with my life', when Marmion's original plan was just to shoot the King, and D'Artagnan had all but persuaded Marmion to hand over his gun for the chance to force a Musketeer to execute the King.) Honestly, I'm starting to get ticked off with him myself, but it's increasingly obvious that he's not likely to change any time soon.
Also, if you're looking at the middle badass in this picture and thinking that she's shockingly mannish, there is as much wrong with your eyes as with your priorities. |
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