Who else is surprised that Witches of East End's somehow gotten unexpectedly good? Don't get me wrong, it's still picking up and dropping plots like an indecisive shopper buying groceries while hungry, but at least it's choosing the right ones to keep and drop. The right ones to keep? Enver Gjokaj and Freddie Prinze, Jr.
Spoilers below. . .
Last week, as weather trapped me in an airport in the Midwest, I realized that a three-hour delay would force me to miss Witches of East End. And that was really upsetting, because since I'd given up and accepted the show as my personal lord and savior, I was curious as to where it'd go. Whether it'd keep embracing the crazy. And the answer to that is: