I think I'm one of few that didn't see it as suicidal. Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but especially the look on Zoe's face (kudos to Gina!), made me feel like death wasn't even on her mind, nor revenge. It was just sheer and absolute pain and despair at losing her husband. So much so that the only way to relieve it, even a little, was to get up and keep shooting.
And on a different note, I must say that "Dear Buddha, I want a pony and a plastic rocket" is going to become part of my everyday lexicon.
And on a different note, I must say that "Dear Buddha, I want a pony and a plastic rocket" is going to become part of my everyday lexicon.
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