This is an overall dump of my thoughts during my first time viewing of From's ninth episode, Into The Woods.
Oh, sorry, I just caught the thing about the bag on rewatch in the recap. Sara said it was proof of her voices being real. "They said they watched you bury the bag."
"I have to go to the bathroom." "Well, that's why I cuffed you in the front." Are you aware she does not have a penis???
I gotta be honest: after it's become clear what the issue is with living together with too many people (so many opportunities for any random person to let the monsters in), if I had to move out of colony house, I'd be making sure I was somewhere by myself. Even if it was just a matter of hiding in a cubby hole within a building, I'm not gonna spend the night where anyone knows me. And to that point: everyone else needs to know the thing about Sara's voices knowing shit they shouldn't know. If the monsters are spying during the daytime, then everyone needs to know about it! We might have to start coming up with alternative communications methods. Conlangs, invented sign language, fucking interpretive dance.
Hey, somebody hanging themselves is sad, but it's much much better than murder/suicide-via-monsters, which is the likely alternative route for anyone who gets that bad.
What makes you so sure the trees themselves don't move around? I feel like a string to mark your path or those colored ribbons on the trees would be a better idea than just carving a symbol in the bark. You'll never find that symbol again, lmfao.
I still hate this pos child. And I'm not happy to have the girl back with her family. I'm moving back into colony house, fuck the rest of y'all.
"When I get home, I want us to be happy like we are here. We never play games around the table when we're home." lmao, from the warped and stupid little minds of children.
Jim is such a worthless fucking moron condescending piece of shit, and I would genuinely pay money at this point to get his entire family off this fucking show.
Everybody's kinda losing their mind over the prospect of maybe actually going home. Donna's having an entire breakdown. :(
But also, dude, y'all don't have to pull the barn down to get wood, you're trapped here by a forest. (Maybe the trees are the spies, though? If you build homes out of trees... But then again, the homes themselves are clearly fabricated to start with, given the fake wiring. The homes themselves are the spies?)
Bottles in the trees? That's super familiar. Witch bottles? Fey bottles? Something like that.
Oh, okay. I looked it up. It's a bit of diasporic spread-then-altered folklore originating in Africa that migrated to the Southern US and Europe via the slave trade. It originally started as bottle trees (literal bottles arranged on sticks like trees), then witch balls, and at some point also hybrid ideas. (Check out this link.)
"Kid's got a right to go out the way he wants." Knew I loved you, Donna! But girlie, we can rebuild colony house. Just give 'em one good inspirational speech about how they can't take our freedom and our joy from us, and then implement a stricter buddy system for extra protection. No one goes into a room with outside access along. Never again.
Men are trying to build up (radio tower), women are busy trying to dig down (locate source of wires/power). Symbolism? (There is Adam & Eve imagery in the opening...)
They hit something solid (a floor?) beneath the dirt in the basement!? And... the tent was assaulted? To the point that the talisman fell—but nobody burst in? And there's... a foghorn? A lighthouse? The fuck?