If Oliver is never going to kiss Felicity, I am ready to move on. I need to live vicariously through this chick, so quit stringing me along! Arhg, well, maybe the good doctor Barry can stimulate Oliver to action soon. Let’s hope.
Episode eight of S.H.I.E.L.D. brought us a common Joss Whedon trope, “the rage monster.” In every series that Joss has done, there has always been one relic, one enchanted object that turns our normally heroic characters into anger balls, normally to terrifying, sometimes humorous effect.
As this week’s episode opened I was not encouraged to see Adam Glass’s name listed as the writer for the week. In the past, I have not been a big fan of his, especially after the crapfest that was “As Time Goes By”. This week I found a few practical inconsistencies that could have been remedied with a little effort.
This episode, like all the others, answered some burning questions and lit some new fires.
“Can I at least use magic on those boys?” Yeah, that’s not creepy AT ALL, Rumpy.
Ax murders and witchhunters? Alrighty. Plus we have another resurrection!
By pairing Fitz with Ward we as the audience got an Odd Couple episode combined with a Cold War mission behind Russian enemy lines. I love the fact that even now, so many decades removed from the Cold War, Russia is still our go-to villain. It’s just awesome.
Twins. So apparently there was at least one set of twins…. it’s no surprise that this is an anti Neoloution group (Proletheans…), with Helena and Tomas at the forefront. Also who names these things?
I didn’t realize how much I Show needed Storybrooke until we went back there for this episode. Even though we’re dealing with fairytales, Show needs something to anchor it to the real world. Otherwise it’s just a lousy fantasy show rather than something clever that subverts our notions of fairytales, family, and love.