The mid-season doldrums continue. Story arc 1 – “Save Jane, save the world!” – stomps out the usual predictable beats: There’s a lead! There’s a conspiracy! Bye, cure! Hello, new lead for next time! Story arc 2, meanwhile – “WTF is Tasha doing?” – finally starts to get a move on, but since it overstayed its welcome ages ago, I don’t care. Tasha sulks, Reade sulks, the CIA stomp all over everything – zzz.
There are two very good scenes, though: Rich, in the van, talking redemption with Jane is lovely and another reminder (as if we needed one) that Rich makes everything better; and Zapata at Coma Keaton’s bedside looking distraught strikes a surprisingly genuine note of bone-deep sadness, as opposed to fear, guilt or Tasha’s default sullenness. The rest is Blindspot going through the motions.