I guess women don’t get to have ten+ seasons of story dedicated strictly to their own development. Because women get to be sex objects, then we get to be mothers, then we get to be invisible.
I don’t believe that May will ever revert to the girl she was, at least by Coulson’s description, but we do see a glimpse of hope at the end of the episode when it’s obvious she plays a prank on Fitz. It would be nice to see a little bit more fun from May, although it’s kind of fun to watch her kick butt every week as the show’s resident bad-ass.
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.