Um, is Mayfair Witches getting good? I mean, obviously not like The Sopranos good, but “Double Helix” is the second episode in a row to tap into the weirdness, and especially the campiness, already baked into Mayfair Witches ’s premise without getting lost in it. It looks like all of my theories are wrong, but I’m okay with that. It turns out Rowan is basically useless when not in close proximity to Lasher, and Julien’s soul is not stored in his old clothes; it is stored in his old Victrola.
In fact, the only point I can give myself is correctly spotting that Rowan and Lark have a romantic history, which, well, duh. You know whose romantic history I did not clock? Of course, you do. Luckily, I am at least shrewder than Sip, Mayfair ’s eternal rube, which is comforting.
Sip is shocked, shocked, I tell you, to discover that a man who used and betrayed him in the recent past has once again used and betrayed him. Yes, Albrecht Escher absconded with Lasher and left Sip holding the bag, with nothing but a passive-aggressive voice note on a bottle of brown liquor by way of good-bye. So now, the Talamasca have hauled Sip off to Amsterdam for official questioning, and I’m sorry, but Sip really should have been able to predict that it would go like this when he started working with Albrecht.
We are also blessed in that “Double Helix” spends relatively little time on Sip’s incompetence (if Sip got a read on the little scrap of paper from the fireplace, the show has s.
