This Is Us – Season 2 Premiere Review

“This Is Us” is one of the most popular shows on US cable and the season 2 premiere didn’t disappoint.

Although I fell immediately in love with the show when it started in September 2016, there are elements of it that I didn’t particularly like: I thought the moment Jack and Rebecca met each other was a little bit ridiculous, too much “insta-love” for me.

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But aside from a few elements, it’s a solid show. The stories are absolutely brilliant and moving.

I have cried for all 18 episodes in season 1 and of course, season 2 didn’t leave my tear ducts dry.

It was hard to watch: from Kate’s struggles with her career, to Randall’ and Beth’s adoption problems and Jack’s not-so-shocking revelation.

The show hits you where you are most vulnerable, your insecurities and your issues. You identify with the characters on an extremely deep level.



Before starting the season 2 premiere, I was almost sure I wasn’t going to cry. I was not in the mood to cry I didn’t feel like it was going to happen, but of course I bawled like there was no tomorrow.

I absolutely adore all of the performances, the only one that didn’t make the same impact on me as the others was Justin Hartley’s. It’s probably just because of Kevin. I’m not a huge fan of the character, I don’t really like that cocky, arrogant and selfish personality. Nonetheless, I absolutely liked the episode. I was a little bit disappointed in Jack, even if I shouldn’t be. We see him struggling with his issues, and problems like alcoholism. But he’s a nice man, he gave up his dreams, just like Rebecca did, and he tried to have overcome is addiction.

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In the episode we also get to know a little bit more about what happened to Jack, how he died. There isn’t much, but I think one of the reasons is his alcoholism. There are clues like Kate with a dog and Randall talking to a redheaded girl, but the most revealing one, is the last scene.  There is house, burnt to the ground. And if I’m not mistaken, it belonged to the Pearsons.

I don’t really get why people are so obsessed with finding out how Jack dies. DO YOU WANT TO SEE HIM DIE? DO YOU WANT THE PAIN!? ARE YOU MENTAL?

Rebecca’s pain at the end destroyed me. It broke my heart. In a million pieces.

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The “get in the car” scene was also amazingly written and acted. She put aside her anger and disappointment towards him and focused on helping him and keeping their family together.

Mandy Moore and Milo Ventimiglia have a terrific chemistry together, especially in the dramatic scenes.

 

One of the most amazing scenes was Beth asking Randall to adopt a grown-up kid to help him get off the streets. I thought her gesture was INCREDIBLE. So selfless. I’m in love with Beth and Randall.

And can we talk about Randall’s “Women can do anything” speech? LOVE IT.



To sum up, great start for a second season. Let me know what you think about the episode, I’d love to chat about the show!

xxx

Georgia

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I did it!

I passed my english exam.

I’ve literally just found out! I ran to my mom sobbing and mumbling: “I passed the exam! I got a 28/30!”

After that, I stood there for 10 minutes sheding litres and litres of tears. My mom and I talked some more, about my uni life and the choices I have to make in the next months.

Aside from that, I texted my friend to meet me saturday for our traditional celebratory smoothie and I am trying to be more positive. Tomorrow I’m supposed to go to a class and it’s killing me. I have to attend this one, because it’s about poetry in the 16th Century. SO BORING. I’m not really interested in that. I was hoping in more victorian books.

Today I’m going to pay my fee and go for a driving lesson. Despite my numbness regarding everything, I am tying to survive.

 

Hugging

Today my mom hugged me. And not in a congratulatory “Happy Birthday” or “Happy New Year” way. We hadn’t hugged like that since that morning in high school, when I basically had a breakdown in the bathroom.

This time, we stumbled upon each other in the kitchen and she hugged me.

So of course, I’ve been crying for 20 minutes. I don’t know what happened, she put her arms around me and tear came out of my eyes.

I haven’t had the best weekend, counting the days until I HAVE to go back to Uni. I was supposed to go today. But last night while I was watching the Emmys I couldn’t keep my heart beat down. I felt something on my chest, something that suffocated me and my heart kept pounding. It took me quite a long time to make it stop.

At 4.30AM I wrote to the friend I was supposed to meet at the train station that I got a bug my little cousin had yesterday at lunch. She was sick. I am not. I couldn’t help by lie. I know that it’s horrible, but I can’t talk to people. I can’t tell them what I truly feel.

Anyway, I didn’t go and I’ve been feeling like shit all day. Extremely happy about the Emmys, but basically dead inside. It’s all a “guilt” problem. That I already knew.

But getting hugged by my mom was what sent me over the edge. She is not a very physical person. Aside from a pat (it’s more like an affectionate slap, actually on the leg, we don’t really touch.

I don’t know what’s happening to me.

While we were hugging in the middle of the kitchen, my sister came in. I couldn’t let her see me cry. I think she knows that something isn’t right. I think she might have seen me cry a couple of times. When I couldn’t hide it. She hasn’t said anything, thought. What could she say?

I’ll be trying to go to Uni on Wednesday, since there is English 3. And that shouldn’t cause me any stress. As if.

I’m going to lay down now. I already feel the post-crying-headache coming on.

Tears Streaming Down Your Face

It’s definitely back.

My issues are back in full swing. I haven’t had such bad days in a long time. And the rage. I am angry. All the time.

The following may or may not be a few of the reasons.

Uni has started and I haven’t had the courage to attend any class. Next week I’ll be forced to, so expect another meltdown.


My mom, sister, aunt and cousin are going to Rome in October. Just a mothers-daughters trip. So……… yeah.

They asked me to go a couple of days later and I told them half-joking “Do you think I’m made of money?” Two days later, they came home for 4 tickets. Four.

 

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They are already planning their trip, booking the visit to the Sistine Chapel and other museums. Great, right? I am happy for them, but I feel a bit left out. Well, a lot left out. I interpreted it like they didn’t care. If they wanted me to go, I could have got the money, I could have put off some expendable expenses (pardon the pun).

So I’ll be home the 28-29-30th of October. Next time I’ll go alone. I don’t know why I feel so upset. I don’t need them.


On top of that, they have commented on my physique (the last time just a couple of minutes ago) like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

They have regarded my interests as useless, complained I talked about them too much. How is that even possible since I haven’t been speaking much when I’m with them? I don’t even know what to say.

I told them I was a bit tired of hearing about it and they bitterly said: “What? You want to talk about makeup and tv all day?”.

But if I don’t care about the same things as them, I’m the heartless one, the one who doesn’t care. And I don’t.

At the beginning, I was keen on helping them, managing the association’s Facebook page, but now, it’s too much. It’s the only topic they talk about. 24 fucking 7. I can’t stand it anymore. It’s the only topic. I am not exaggerating. They are currently (and have been for at least 2 hours) talking about it and yelling into a phone. I’ve threatened them to burn to whole thing down. As a joke of course. And if it weren’t bad for the environment and a felony, I would have done it a long long time ago.

(update: now my dad has picked up the phone and he is literally screaming to it.)


On top of that, my driving lesson was a disaster. A TOTAL FUCKING DISASTER.

Getting out of the house and interacting with people has been incredibly difficult this week. I received a few calls about my tutoring job and I am terrified. I don’t know why but I am scared. Really scared.

I got invited by a friend to a conference tomorrow and I’m afraid I won’t be able to cover up my inner sadness. And my judg-y friend texted me to go out. I’m not ready to face her. With the rage I am feeling, I will storm out and punch her in the face.


So yeah… Shitty week. And it looks like it won’t get better. Moreover, the official Suits account got in touch with me to send me a prize for being a long time fan, but it’s US shipping only. GREAT. I’m not angry, you are.

The title of this post is, of course, inspired by “Fix You” by Coldplay and with Tom Rosenthal’s “Soon goodbye, now love”, it has been the soundtrack of my sad 4 days.

The only joy has been TV. Like always. At least I have my shows.

xxx

Georgia

p.s. the photo of the sky was taken from the NASA website. Absolutely wonderful.