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Shed: Exploded View, by Phoebe Eclair-Powell

A review

Date of viewing: 19/02/24 (Mon 19 feb 2024)

Place of viewing: Royal exchange theatre

Story rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Cast rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Design rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Heavy trigger warnings for discussions and depictions of domestic violence, child loss, depictions of dementia, depictions of grief, allusions to eating disorders, allusions to mental health issues and sexist language.

Shed: Exploded view is a masterclass in theatre that I cannot in good faith recommend to anyone. Following the story of Lil (Haley Carmichael), Abi (Norah Lopez Holden), Naomi (Lizzy Watts) and their partners, Tony (Wil Johnson), Frank (Jason Hughs) and Mark (Michael Workéyè) it is an awareness piece on relationships and domestic violence. Spoilers ahead, trigger warnings will apply in part to this review.

I found the most pleasant story to be that of Lil and Tony, an older couple who married in 1995, as they navigate their relationship, with both of them being married before, as well as Lil’s frustration as Tony loses himself to dementia. I found their relationship to be sweet, compelling and heartbreaking, Lil especially was amazingly played, Haley Carmichael did a fantastic job, however I feel the story does hit one of its sticking points here that keeps getting hit throughout all 3 of the parallel stories, it plays it’s dark themes far to much for shock value, when Lil shouts in frustration at Tony who doesn’t understand why he can’t leave the house (the play jumps around in time from between 1995 and “now” (2024) so parts are set during lockdown), it is shocking and distressing to watch, however as a tragedy, it misses the emotional catharsis, as well as this, it is mentioned that before Tony, Lil was married to an abusive man, however this plot point is mostly brushed over (being mentioned only a couple of times, most notably in Lil’s final monologue (which was brilliant btw, I love this cast so much)), serving mostly to act as a parallel to Abi’s abuse and eventual murder at the hands of Mark, this left it feeling like there was missed potential in Lil’s story, however as a whole she was a good character.

The second plotline follows Naomi and Frank, a middle aged couple who married in 1995 and encountered Lil and Frank on their honeymoon and later go on to have a daughter- Abi. Naomi is by far the stand out character of the show, with the best of the stage time being given to developing her relationship with Abi. Overall, Naomi’s relationships with both Abi and Frank feel realistic, however it suffers from a similar problem, when Naomi performs her final monologue at the end of the play (another brilliant monologue, I find myself wondering if this play would’ve been better if viewed as a collection of disconnected monologues), the energy stays very heightened, like the story is tripping over itself to make you feel something, to the point where it only leaves you feeling overwhelmed. Frank was very well played and his relationship with Naomi was believable to how a marriage when one of the partners is disloyal (however as I have never been in a relationship, I cannot attest to that).

Abi and Mark’s plotline is where the story trips over its own feet the most, from the starting monologue, the story foreshadows that Abi is going to be violently murdered, so when she meets Mark at university and has dubiously consensual sex with him, it becomes quite obvious that it will be by his hand. The play goes out of its way to show the good times that Abi and Mark have in their relationship, showing that abusive partners are not always the stereotype of abuse, however these moments can sometimes fall a bit short, as it shows them seemingly only having nice couple times, then takes a drastic turn near the end, the idea was good but the execution was a bit heavy handed. Abi and Naomi’s relationship is by far my favourite, their moments are some of the only reprieve the audience gets from the constant distress the characters are in, however the play does seem to want to portray Abi as having some resentment towards Naomi, but this does come across as teenage angst. A major area Abi’s characterisation falls a little bit flat for me is her past history of eating disorders, while Mark does make fun of her for being fat and we do have one scene of her running up to her room as a child (followed by Naomi and Frank talking about food and a doctor), it feels glossed over in a similar way to Lil’s abusive ex, like the story expects us to see this in Abi’s character, without actually having her react in a way that would be consistent with this.

In conclusion, Shed: Exploded view is a beautiful play with brilliant actors that acts as a masterclass of shocking your audience, however the characterisation can sometimes fall short and the story lacks the emotional catharsis it needs to be a truly compelling tragedy, I think it would be interesting to watch it again, to see if it would be different when it can’t shock me.

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d3-iseefire · 4 years

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Little Swan Lost Chapter 34

Note: Boom! Look who’s back! :D I’m sorry for taking so long to update, but I’m back now and we’re back on track! Also, a huge thank you to BeaverHatsAreTheCoolest who was kind enough to make some epic fanart for the story! You can check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21840778

Bilba sat sandwiched between Cerys and Ori and tried to focus on the movie. She was idly chewing on her thumb nail, a bad habit she'd mostly broken and only reverted to in moments of high anxiety.

Like now.

Her eyes flickered to the door, but it remained shut.

What in the world was keeping him?

It wasn't so much that she wanted Thorin to come back, as much as she wanted to stop stressing about him coming back.

"Popcorn?" A giant bowl full of fluffy kernels appeared under her nose, culled from the small kitchen area behind them. Bilba hadn't realized they even had popcorn back there, but Ori had sniffed it out with laser focused efficiency.

"I'm not really hungry." Bilba pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. At Cerys and Ori's urging she'd gone and changed back into her nightclothes and pulled a robe on before returning to sit on the couch.

"We should totally have a spa day," Ori said, eyes going to Bilba's bare toes where they were braced on the edge of the couch. She toed off her slippers and held out her hands to reveal her fingernails and toenails were painted with a very pretty pink and gold floral pattern.

"Maybe," Bilba said non-committedly. She rested her head on her knees. On the television, the main heroine had just met her love interest in classic romantic comedy fashion, by spilling a full cup of coffee on him. "You ever notice they only react to getting a giant coffee stain?" she asked absently. "Isn't the coffee fresh?"

Ori's eyes narrowed. "That is so true. He should be screaming in pain from the burns."

"Less romantic," Cerys said. "How did you two meet? Oh, I spilled coffee on him, versus I gave him second degree burns and permanent scarring."

"True," Bilba conceded. Inwardly she cringed at the thought of someone one day asking Thorin how they'd met, officially, and him responding with the story of her almost getting him killed and leaving him with bruised ribs.

Not that she was suggesting their story was anything close to a romantic comedy, or that she had any intention of falling in love with him. Just that...if someone asked...and... there were parallels...and...and she was just going to stop thinking about it now.

The door opened and Bilba jumped. Her arms tightened around her legs and her toes curled into the cushion of the couch.

Cerys leapt to her feet as Thorin walked in. Bilba stayed seated because her body was literally frozen in place while Ori stayed seated because she was Ori.

"Ladies." Thorin frowned at her, and Bilba tried to not noticeably cringe. "Are you all right?"

Bilba nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry to have caused trouble."

He scowled. "You should be able to walk around your own home without risk of harassment."

"That she should," Ori said with a dark look at Thorin as if she held him personally responsible rather than her husband who was actually in charge of palace safety.

Thorin shook his head and frowned at the movie. Ori had paused it when he'd come in and it was frozen on a scene of the heroine frantically trying to help the love interest clean off the coffee stain only rip his shirt half off in the process. "What are you watching?"

"A romantic comedy, Your Highness," Ori drawled. She gestured to the couch. "You should join us. Maybe you'd learn something."

Bilba tensed, expecting Thorin to explode at the blatant disrespect. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow. "Learn what? How to get scalded and have my clothing ripped off? I'll pass."

The thought of him having his clothing ripped off called to mind the memory of him without a shirt on and Bilba quickly focused on her feet as her face went red hot.

Thorin started to move toward his room, only to pause and half turn back. "Would you care to join me tomorrow for breakfast?" he asked Bilba.

Bilba gaped at him.

Ori gaped at him.

Cerys, who was still standing at attention, gaped at him.

"Uh," Bilba started to say...something but, before she could, Ori piped up.

"Sorry, I beat you to it," she said cheerfully. "Maybe the day after?"

Thorin's eyes narrowed. "Don't you and Dwalin usually eat with us?"

"Normally," Ori agreed, "but I promised I'd take Bilba to King's Landing tomorrow. They make great omelets."

Bilba tried her best to keep her face neutral even as she privately panicked.

Ori was lying.

Lying.

To THORIN.

She swallowed down a dry throat. Was this a test? If she said something she'd be disloyal to Ori, who was connected to the Captain of the Guard and the Spymaster. If she didn't say anything, however, she'd be showing disloyalty to Thorin.

Before she could come to a decision, Thorin turned toward his room again. "All right, day after then."

He vanished into his room, pulling the door shut behind him, and Bilba twisted around to stare wide-eyed at Ori. "What was that?"

"That," Ori said in a droll voice, "was me saving you from having to sit across from Kyra for an entire meal. At least for tomorrow, we'll have to figure something out for the next day."

Oh, Bilba thought. She'd known Kyra ate with Thorin at times, earlier that day for example when she'd intercepted them. Had she known the woman ate with the entire family at meals? She couldn't remember, but it certainly didn't surprise her.

"She's everywhere I turn." As soon as the words left her mouth, Bilba flinched and mentally kicked herself. Ori and Kyra were friends, and she was sure Cerys had far more loyalty to Erebor's ever present ambassador than she did to the interloper.

"You know," Ori said slowly, "you do outrank her, by a lot. You can set ground rules."

"Oh, I'm sure Thorin would love that." Bilba tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. She didn't want to be bitter, but some days were easier than others. "Everyone loves her, and they hate me."

"They just don't know you yet," Ori said, patting her on the knee. "You'll see. You just need to get out and let them see you, the real you."

Bilba snorted. "They'll probably throw things at me."

"Only if they want to deal with me or Gareth," Cerys said in a voice that was almost dangerously calm. She'd sat back on the couch again after Thorin had left and drawn her legs up to sit cross-legged on the small cushion.

"I thought you and Kyra were friends?" Bilba said to Ori, carefully. She had no idea why the other woman would want her to gain any positive ground, not if it meant upsetting Kyra.

Ori shrugged. "I consider you both my friends, and this is the best thing for both of you. You'll get the media to shut up, and she'll stop believing her own press."

"Her own press?" Bilba asked blankly.

Ori nodded. "She hears all the same news stories, and she gets all the pitying looks and all that stuff." She waved her hand as she spoke. The more excited Ori got the more animated she tended to get. "So she starts believing it, you know? Poor me and all that, and then she starts deciding it's fine for her to do stupid crap like hanging out with Thorin in here or going to lunch with him and so forth."

"You feel sorry for her," Bilba said, with a mix of surprise and resignation. She wasn't sure how to feel about that revelation. On the one hand it felt like a refreshing level of honesty. On the other hand, it felt like of course another Kyra supporter.

It also, just a little bit, felt manipulative.

Bilba was very, very familiar with manipulation. Her grandfather had the singular gift of being able to talk out of both sides of his mouth and appear completely genuine and sincere the entire time. Speaking to him was terrifying because she had no way of knowing if he was being straightforward or setting her up.

She'd been wrong more than once and always paid a heavy price for her mistake.

"I feel sorry for both of you," Ori went on. "It's an awful situation all the way around, and Thorin certainly isn't helping."

Bilba tilted her head ever so slightly, considering. Was that it? Was Ori trying to gauge what her feelings were about Thorin? The muscle deep soreness in her side was testament to almost getting Thorin killed, and now Ori was bringing him up and trying to see if Bilba would disparage him? Ori, who was married to Dwalin and sister to Nori.

Her stomach clenched, and Bilba's fingers dug into her knees. "I'm sure he's struggling just as much as the rest of us," she said softly. "His entire life was upended."

"So was yours," Ori groused. "At least he wasn't uprooted and sent halfway across the world from his family and friends, where everyone keeps treating him like some sort of old school villain."

Bilba made a non-committal sound and focused on the still frozen television screen. She had no idea what the "correct" response was and was too nervous to try and guess. Not when she now officially knew that Erebor had a Spymaster and that anything she said to Ori would undoubtedly make its way straight to him.

"In any event," Cerys said suddenly, breaking into the silence, "nothing is going to change overnight, and we did come in here to watch a movie, didn't we?"

"True enough, Ori said, slumping back against the couch back. "Movie tonight and then, first thing in the morning, we'll start work on reforming your image." She shoved an arm in the air, finger pointing toward the ceiling. "Starting at King's Landing with omelets!"

Bilba, who'd been in the process of sending Cerys a look of gratitude for changing the topic, felt her smile fade. She wanted to get out and go to college and work in the bakery and maybe see the ballet school but wanting to do it was a bit different than actually doing it."

Okay, a lot different.

She'd be out in the open, surrounded by the public, who openly hated her.

Cerys put a hand over hers and she started. "It'll be all right, Your Highness," the dark-haired woman said. "Gareth and I will be there, along with plenty of security."

"Good palace security," Ori cut in. "Not like that asshole."

"No," Cerys growled. "Gareth and I will put together a team for you, one you can trust. If you ever feel uncomfortable you'll be able to turn to any of us on the team with complete faith." She leaned forward and flashed a grin at Ori. "Don't tell the Captain that I implied I was better at picking guards than he was."

Ori laughed. "Don't worry, I'm going to tell him to his face, from me."

She grabbed the remote as she spoke and started the movie playing again before retrieving her bowl of popcorn to munch on.

Bilba sighed and tried to focus on the movie and not think about the next day.

She wasn't entirely sure if she wouldn't have been better off having to deal with Kyra.

***

"I hear there was an issue with your young wife last night."

Thorin frowned as the words registered and pulled himself away from the email he'd been reading on his phone. He'd slept poorly the night before and, while he'd managed to drag himself down to breakfast, he wasn't entirely awake yet.

He focused on his father. "There was a problem with one of the guards. It's been dealt with."

Thrain did not look convinced. "She certainly seems to attract trouble."

Thorin scowled. His father was referencing the mishap at the beach which he, as a matter of course, had been briefed on. "She's a dancer. She was practicing in the ballroom when one of the guards took it upon himself to accost her."

"She chose an odd time to practice," the king said flatly.

"I quite agree," Kyra spoke up from the other side of the table. "Rather inappropriate if you ask me."

"I did not," Thrain said. He continued to stare at her after he'd spoken, until an awkward silence had fallen. Kyra's face turned increasingly red and her hand clenched on her fork.

Thorin cleared his throat. "She can hardly be faulted for not being able to sleep. I've been known to walk the gardens late, and Frerin trains at all hours."

Frerin glanced up from his phone with a confused frown. "What?"

Thorin waved at him to go back to what he'd been doing. "Besides," he continued, still focused on his father, "aren't you the one wanting her to leave her room more often?"

The king grunted. "When I said that I meant in public, during the day, not scurrying about at night like a frightened mouse."

"In that case," Thorin said with satisfaction, "you'll be happy to know she's off having breakfast with Ori this morning."

Somewhat to his surprise, his father's scowl deepened. "She sits down to eat with your guard's wife before she comes to eat with her own family?"

"Perhaps she was concerned she wouldn't be welcome," Dis broke in from where she was struggling to get Kili to sit still for five seconds. On her other side, Fili had his nose buried in a book, other hand holding a fork a bit of egg impaled on it. Thorin was pretty sure it was the same bit that had been there five minutes earlier when he'd glanced at the boy.

"The irregularities have been corrected," the Thrain said, "and I've been more than patient in allowing her to 'settle in' as you advised."

Thorin grimaced. The "irregularities" his father referenced referred to Hadra and Dardren and the fact that they'd openly lied about the girl refusing invitations to meals. His father had virtually banned her from the table at one point, angry over what he saw as blatant disrespect.

He'd been ready to order the girl before him, but Dis had calmed him down, citing the fact the princess had been uprooted from all she'd known and married to a stranger in a foreign land. She'd suggested patience and, surprisingly, Thrain had agreed.

Or maybe not surprising. He'd always had a soft spot for Dis, not only for her loss of Vili but also the fact that she'd provided him with grandchildren.

Thorin's eyes caught on Kyra and saw her looking at him, wide-eyed. He knew she was thinking of how awkward it would be having her and Bilba there at the same time, across from one another.

He quite agreed but wasn't sure how to address it. Certainly, Bilba had the right to be there as his wife, but Kyra was family. He couldn't very well exclude her from meals, could he? Force her to eat alone while they all ate together?

"I want to see her when she returns," Thrain said.

The words registered and Thorin scowled at his father. "I have meetings scheduled for most of the day."

"I didn't say you had to be involved," Thrain growled. "Have the girl's guard alerted. As soon as she returns she's to be escorted to my office. I've gone long enough not meeting my new daughter-in-law."

"Fine," Thorin muttered. "I'll make sure she's sent up."

"Is she pregnant yet?" Thrain suddenly demanded, seeming to change topics without rhyme or reason. It was a common trait of his, and one that had more than once left some poor councilor or aide mired in confusion as they struggled to keep up.

Kyra sucked in a harsh gasp and the fork in her hand clattered onto her plate.

"No," Thorin growled. His hand, resting on his thigh, dug into his leg. He was already in a poor mood from the lack of sleep and the pain of his bruised ribs and his father wasn't helping. No doubt the man knew that and was using it to his own purpose. People who were tired and in pain were far easier to push, and once someone was pushed far enough they tended to reveal things they wouldn't have otherwise.

Some people anyway. Thorin had long grown used to his father and, while the man could certainly be irritating, it didn't mean Thorin would slip up and start babbling like an idiot.

"And why not?" Thrain asked. "Are you incapable of --"

"Father!" Dis had her hand over Kili's ears and was giving her father a pointed look. "Not in front of the children, please!"

Next to her, Fili was still staring at his book, but Thorin saw his eyes flick up a few times, showing he was listening but pretending not to.

Thrain muttered under his breath. "It's important Erebor have an heir as soon as possible."

"Erebor has three heirs," Dis said in annoyance. "Your grandsons, and youngest son in case you've forgotten."

Frerin was looking up as well, Thorin noticed, having actually put his phone down for once.

"The throne is passed through the oldest son," Thrain stated, placing his own fork and knife on his plate with a clatter. "There are many who'd challenge Frerin's claim, and even more who would challenge Fili or Kili. I want my legacy ironclad, and that will only happen if the throne passes through Thorin and his progeny."

Hurt flashed through Frerin's eyes and Thorin resisted the urge to yell at his father. It would do no good, it never had in the past and trying again would simply be a waste of breath.

His father, unfortunately, held a deep paranoia concerning the throne of Erebor. They'd lost it once and, now that they'd reclaimed it, he was deeply afraid of losing it again. He was forever taking steps that he felt would ensure the throne could never again be lost. Some of those steps made sense. Others, not so much.

Frerin reached for his phone again. Before he could grab it, Thorin caught his eyes and flashed him a reassuring smile. Frerin gave a small one in return before looking down at his screen.

Frerin knew their father loved him, just as he loved Dis and the boys. He did. He just sometimes had a tendency to let his concern for the throne override his concern for his family.

Realizing he'd lost his appetite, Thorin pushed his plate back and stood to his feet. They rarely stood on ceremony at the table, allowing them to come and go as they pleased. It was a fact he'd never been so grateful for before. As he stood he heard his father grumble under his breath, but the man made no attempt to stop him.

He nodded toward Dis and the boys, received three smiles in return and headed out of the room.

As he reached the stairs, he heard hurrying footsteps and then Kyra was there alongside him. "Has he been harassing you like that all along?"

"More or less." Thorin sighed. "Here's hoping he doesn't dump that on Bilba. He can be intense and the last thing she needs is him demanding she provide an heir."

"Does he know?" Kyra said in a low voice. "That you haven't--"

Thorin shot her a dark look and Kyra snapped her mouth shut. The last thing he needed was for word to get out that he hadn't consummated his marriage. The media would have a field day with it.

They reached the top of the stairs and headed toward their respective offices. Kyra appeared ready to walk to his office with him so Thorin deliberately stopped outside of her office door, forcing her to stop with him. "I'll speak to you later."

She frowned. "Are you sure? If you need to talk--"

"I'm fine," Thorin said. He was not fine. He was in pain; he was tired and he was deeply irritated. "I'll see you later."

"Okay." She reached out and placed her hand on his forearm. "I hope your day goes better."

Thorin nodded tightly and turned toward his own office.

He had a long day in front of him but, for the moment, there was only one thought on his mind.

Finding a damn aspirin.

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drink-n-watch · 4 years

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Oh this show is going to be frustrating… I can just feel it. Not because it’s bad. In fact I don’t think it is at all. There are moments of impressive wit and quite a bit of substance under the pulp plots but it’s…messy? And it just refuses to be one thing. You can’t settle into a comfortable grove and know what to expect next week. If done well, this could prove a strength in the end, but it’s just as likely, if not more so, to turn the show into a forgettable…mess. I can say that 3 episodes in and I still don’t know what to expect out of Woodpecker Detective’s Office. That’s sort of a compliment.

The only thing I know for sure is that Ishikawa is a horrible friend. And I’m there for it.

Right off the bat, I should say that I preferred episode 2, to this week. I just thought that episode was rather brilliant. But I really respect what this week’s Woodpecker Detective’s Office was trying to do. It just fell a bit short in the end.

After last week’s events left Kyōsuke is jail awaiting trial for murder, his friends (including Ishikawa for some reason) meet up at a local pub for some day drinkin’ and speculatin’ until Soseki interrupts them with Akutagawa and then Ranpo solves it all because that’s what Ranpo does.

It’s pretty simple but there were a lot of layers to the episode and if they had come together just a bit better, it could have been absolutely great.

On the one hand, everyone’s personal theories created another 3 retelling of the story. The tone was fairly light and jovial despite the grim subject matter so I didn’t mind seeing a gruesome death over and over. I quite enjoy this narrative structure with uninformed narrators. You can see the story bend and twist to the sensibilities of who’s telling it. It’s just a device I really like and I’m always happy to see authors employ it.

Beyond that though, it was a bit of a sarcastic pantomime of the actual historical figures. Hagiwara, a poet known for dark imagery and somewhat pessimistic outlook who explored mostly existential angst and anger, is portrayed as a timid man who proposes the most romantic and optimistic version of events. On the other hand Nomura was rather true to form by suggesting a convoluted story of subterfuge and high level plotting.

Akutagawa’s baffling interjection recalled both the short story that the episode was mimicking in structure and was an uncomfortable parallel to the man’s real life long struggle with mental health. For the record I’m a big fan of Akutagawa as an author. Natsume was barely there and the Ranpo we encountered is a student still going by his real name Taro Hirai. Although just as brilliant in observation and deduction, this is a fairly serious and compassionate boy with a obvious sense of responsibility. A far cry from the carefree bon vivant he is usually portrayed as (and seems to actually have been).

The thing is, none of this is explained in any way. You either have to already know because for some reason you’re familiar with classical Japanese authors or go look it up. Otherwise, the references and jokes just seem either a little odd or kind of stilted. And I wouldn’t blame any one for not wanting to do homework just so they can enjoy an episode of anime. There was even some play with Japanese language form that went completely over my head.

By the time the episode was wrapping up and Ishikawa exploded in laughter, I was really wondering how they could all bring it to a close. The only reasonable explanation left painted the protagonist as a pretty terrible person. Not only the way anime characters are sometimes terrible when you actually stop and think about it but the show and other characters still treat them as if they were beyond reproach. In a much more direct and visceral way. What type of mental gymnastics would Woodpecker Detective’s Office do to avoid tarnishing their hero?

Turns out, they leaned into it. The episode did give Ishigawa some motivation or else he would just have been insane, but he is still clearly a very selfish, way too impulsive (and that’s the understatement of the year) disloyal friend. If you could even call him a friend. And that’s kind of cool. It’s unusual at least. And for all his fainting violet ways and amazing generosity, there something not quite right with Kyōsuke. It seems the only part of Ishikawa’s story that was true was that the former tried to strangle him over a short story he wrote. These two have been friends for a long time, that’s not by accident….

What I’m saying is that there was a lot to appreciate about this episode but it lacked context to be enjoyed by all and it was too abrupt and ham fisted in some parts. The resolution felt rushed but it fit the slightly mean and sarcastic tone of the episode.

Ultimately there was no brilliant scheme, no unbelievable set up of events. There wasn’t even a mystery to solve. It was just a very sad story of wasted life and the two episode arc tried to wring out all the humour, excitement and mystery it could out of a tragedy. Like I said, I respect what it was trying to do. A lot. But I think it didn’t quite achieve it.

I figure some viewers will think it was all for nothing and feel cheated. To me, the fact that everything was somewhat useless plays into the theme and events. It was sort of the theme of this particular story.So Woodpecker Detective’s Office might be a show that demands that I read into it. I’m o.k. with that. Let’s see how frustrating next week gets.

Woodpecker Detective’s Office Ep.3 – Secrets and Lies Oh this show is going to be frustrating... I can just feel it. Not because it's bad.

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