Man, I think back to Season Four — so many great characters and ideas, expertly executed and balanced: Lockwood and his Children of Liberty, Manchester Black, Red Daughter, the debut of Jon Cryer’s Lex Luthor, and the list goes on. WTF happened to that show? Now every week just seems like an arbitrary and pointless mishmash that barely registers dramatically. (And Lena’s a witch now? What the actual hell?) Sure, there are still a few nuggets of enjoyment to be mined — the heat vision laser pointer, as Christopher cited, or Mxy’s song-and-dance backstory exposition. But in general, Supergirl’s glory days seem to be far, far behind it.