Every week, I swing for the fences with one massive theory about the future of Westworld. Am I wrong? Am I right? We probably won’t know for sure for years, so why not enjoy the present?
Spoilers ahead.
Put a point on the board: Bernard Lowe is a host after all.
The only folks who didn’t predict this twist, I suppose, were the folks who figured it was too obvious. And yet, theorists be damned, the reveal still worked. Not since Titanic ended with a boat wreck has a turn been so expected, and yet so entertaining.
Each beat hit with the ominous thump of a war drum: Bernard viewing the blueprint of his body. Theresa understanding that her human lover is actually a manipulated host (after we get a scene of her judging a board remember for joyriding company property). And Ford reveals his full god complex, setting Bernard against the woman he cared about — or I suppose, who he was merely programmed to monitor.