Castiel was a gift. I love watching him try to be big and all, like a kid playing a grown-up. His attempt at being an “agent” was adorable and I am getting really sick of Dean being a tool and shoving him off.
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.
“Dog Dean Afternoon” epitomized what I love best about this show, besides hot guys. I am a comedy lover at heart, I guess because my psyche tends towards the serious. As such I feel the need for lighter moments in my entertainment, so, stories such as we had this week appeal to me. That, combined with our boys on the road, in the car, and hanging in a motel room, is what it’s all about.
I am kind of done with the Felicia Day thing. She was great in the season 7 ender, and also good in the LARPing ep, but beyond that, I wouldn’t say her character does overmuch for the show. Now that doesn’t mean I am against a recurring female character. I miss Jo and Ellen, even Ruby and Bela. But all of those female characters had been developed enough that even if we hated them, we empathized with them. We felt something. With Charlie, I just keep counting the number of times she does the head cocked to the side twinkly eye maneuver.
Perhaps hot fudge cake isn’t the best prep for the show, at least not as good as cookies, because I simply could not come up with anything useful for making an acrostic out of that one. So, let’s look at the characteristics of this beloved dessert and see how show moments correlate.
This week’s episode felt good, like a quality sugar rush. Okay, I made cookies instead of pie this time, but the sensation was quite similar. In the spirit of sugar consumption, I decided to model this review after the aforementioned food item. So, let’s begin our acrostic, shall we?
There’s something about the sound of a V8 hotrod with dual exhaust, cruising through the screen with the sound of classic rock ‘n roll playing in the background as scenes of Sam and Dean Winchester and their associates play…that makes me want to eat pie, or at least a highly sweetened food product. Krispy Kremes will do.
Don’t get me wrong. I like Felicia Day and all she stands for, but a little of her goes a long way. Kind of like Sriracha sauce.
In Victor we can see some parallels to John Winchester as both men responded to their personal tragedies by developing such singleness of purpose that they frequently if not constantly failed to consider the consequences of their actions. While John did not murder Mary, he, like Victor, did take away Sam and Dean’s childhoods with his drive to find and conquer the demon responsible for her death.