Sons Of Anarchy 7.7 Review - 5 Talking Points From "Greensleeves"

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king...

"This vengeance was personal...and all of you have allowed me to bring it here." Wow. The seventh episode of Sons of Anarchy's final season was a hell of a ride, and hands down the best installment thus far, and quite possibly one of the best in the show's history. We got a great amount of plot advancement, heartache and pain, fear, paranoia and the strength of brotherhood all wrapped up in one explosive package of street violence. The entire last act, from the moment Gemma arrived at the cabin until the fade to black into the logo was a white-knuckled thrill ride that had viewers holding their breath. It was an expertly written episode that showcased all the reasons why fans are so passionate about SoA and hate to see it ride off into the Charming sunset. "Greensleeves" continues this season's pattern of small coincidences working against the MC, tiny minutiae that has always seemed to fall their way in years past. And just when it seems that things are starting to fall into place and Jax will have once again navigated his club through deadly waters, only to emerge on the shore unscathed, the stakes have been raised to the highest possible degree. The episode's title is slightly misleading, since the plotline of Greensleeves the pimp will probably not have an effect on the overall story and was likely inserted to reestablish SAMCRO's Robin Hood-esque persona that has faded a bit with all the bodies they've been piling up. It's all downhill from here, as we've officially hit the midway point for the final ride. We know there's going to be more bloodshed, and there's a reckoning coming for Gemma. What we don't know who is whose blood will be spilled, and when that reckoning will come, and by whose hand. Let's get to the good stuff...
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