Whenever I review this show, I always feel like Inigo Montoya in The Princess Bride from the scene where Wesley wakes up after the pill Miracle Max has given him, and Inigo says, “Let me ‘splain. No, there is too much, let me sum up.”
Reunions are bittersweet affairs, as Aidan, Sally and newcomer, Liam, discover this week. You get to see the people you love most in the world only to have your heart broken by how much they’ve changed from the people you knew. Or, in Liam’s case, how much more corpsified they’ve become since you saw them last.
Well dammit if Ryan Murphy was right: I did cry during this episode. Several times, in fact. He managed to take a show that deals with horrors both real and otherworldly, lives that shatter and try and piece back together, blood, gore, and then some, and made me truly care, by the end of this anthology.
Continuum really upped the badness factor on the terrorists this week. They’re just killing security guards all over the place! They’re kidnapping an old scientist guy and slapping him around! They’re not really freedom fighters! They’re monsters!!!!
Family…don’t you just love how they interfere with your life, manipulate you, and impose their belief systems on you? What kind of family does those things, you ask? Well, a dysfunctional family for one, like one involving Sam and Dean.
Am I the only one who groaned at the sound of the Star Wars ringtone? It struck me as Disney gloating: “Ha. Star Wars is our bitch, now. You thought Lucas drove it into the ground? He did. And there was a bottomless pit under that ground. That’s where we’re going.”
The midseason finale of Arrow certainly left us with much to contemplate. Mostly the questions of why on earth Walter would get in an elevator with a complete stranger after the mess he has become tangled in (doesn’t he watch movies?) and how did Oliver get his butt kicked by Tommy’s old man?
Let’s play a game where we assume that Josh is not a terrible person because he feels guilty about the occasional murder he commits; that Sally is worth saving from a Limbo that is less terrifying than it is monochromatic; and that Aidan will ever figure out how to be a vegetarian vampire. For now, on this season premiere, Being Human, we forgive you, and we are ready to love you again.
I don’t wish Lana death at the hands of her evil son, but I wish that she’d stayed truer to the virtue of the story she set out to write. Instead, she embraces the possibility of this being her “In Cold Blood” moment; and while I can appreciate that in her time it might have been harder to be honest, I feel disheartened at her perpetuation of sensationalism in the media.