Resident Playbook (3-4): As bad as Sa-bi’s actions were in episode 4, she might actually be my favorite character? There’s just something about her that I love. In other news: the fan-service continues to deliver, and I still don’t care about the romance (I’m still hoping for a twist to make things more interesting).
The Divorce Insurance (7-8): I’ve seen a lot of criticism regarding this drama, but I, with my ever so unpopular opinions, disagree with most of it. This has really just become a comfort watch for me, that I actively look forward to every week. People often talk about swoony romances, but honestly, this is the kinda romance that makes me swoon. Just two nice people (or four, since the second couple also falls into this category), all of of whom have been through hardships in life, coming together to support and find comfort in each other. There’s nothing particularly exciting about it, but it’s just sweet and heartwarming, and I would argue that that is exactly what makes it exciting to watch.
Bunny and Her Harem (4): What is it with Roh Jeong-eui and dramas that stop being good after 2 episodes (or 4 in Hierarchy’s case)? Episodes 3 and 4 just felt significantly less fun than the first two, and on top of that the ML just isn’t very likeable. I still haven’t seen episode 5, so that probably says enough.
Live (15-16): I was just thinking that they hadn’t hurt a character in a bit, so of course somebody gets shot in the head and dies. Sure, a very minor character, but still. There’s still enough time left for somebody to get stabbed in these last 2 episodes.
The Flower in Prison (13-16): Gotta love how Oknyeo is just casually running into the incognito King. But I do like it, because it allows her to actually speak her mind and say what she wants to say. And to the King’s credit, he does actually listen to her words, and he’s certainly not indifferent to them. Also, the plot twist that Ji-hun is actually Tae-su’s grandson came as quite a surprise to me. Imagine being a lapdog to the family you’re about to marry into only to then find out that said family is responsible for the death of your grandfather. Honestly, there’s something weirdly satisfying about it.