You know, this episode could have easily been called “Sam, Interrupted” too. Ha!
I didn’t have a lot of high hopes for this episode. I’m not sure why. So much of this type of story depends on the talent of the younger actors, and that’s sometimes a gamble. But these kids were quite good; certainly the kid who played Gary, and especially the girl who played Nora. About 2/3 of the way through the episode, I found myself really enjoying it. There’s only one thing that marred the story for me. Well, that, and Dean’s strangely orange-tan face in the first Impala scene with mini-Sam/Gary. It was highly distracting, and not in a good way. Which is saying something when the canvas is Jensen Ackles.
I wonder how much Jared Padalecki enjoyed playing that first scene with the woman at the bar, marveling at how glorious he looked, and later while flexing his muscles in the mirror. I gotta tell ya’, the guy looks good in blue. I thought Gary’s striped hoody and down vest looked awfully good on him. Yeah, I know that’s probably not the look they were going for, but what can I say? I’m a sucker for blue.
The only thing that bothered me about the episode was the total gloss-over of the friend’s death. So, are the kid’s parents going to come home now and find their son dead in the basement (with his heart [literally] ripped out) while Gary and his new girlfriend just go on with their lives? I forgive a lot of this kind of “oops” story telling from Supernatural, in that I don’t obsess about inconsistencies, or characters acting “out of character.” But the fact that the friend’s death was never mentioned in that final scene bothered me a lot. Enough to lessen my enjoyment of the show. Perhaps I was supposed to have been so moved by the “deep, meaningful talk about family” that I’d forget poor Trevor (although he did bring it on himself). Truthfully, though, I found Sam’s rain-soaked hair sticking to his face far more distracting—but in a good way this time.










Ah, Caprica
I don’t think you’ll be seeing it on my “what I watch” page. Maybe.
I never could get into Battlestar Galactica, even though some of my friends absolutely loved it. For me, it was way too depressing. How could a rag-tag scrap of survivors hold up against an enemy of more advanced and nearly indestructible robots? Sorry, Cybernetic life-form Nodes. It didn’t help that idiot hangnails of society never got their comeuppance. I’d try to watch every now and again, especially when it got so many, many rave reviews. But all it did for me was cause a pit to form in my stomach.
I thought Caprica might be different, less dark. And I like Esai Morales and Eric Stoltz. So I decided to give it a try. But the same darkness, the since of doom, is there. What with crazy Dr. Graystone, the Tauron mafia, and the Zoe prototype killing all those poor innocent mobile bowling pins, it was depressing.
Couple that with the heavy-handed religious overtones, it’s all just too much. I get the feeling someone is trying to preach some sort of deep religious message. And that’s not why I watch tv.
And yet, I found myself watching the second installment, “Rebirth,” Friday night. I’m not sure I like it any better, but I can see why people are drawn to the characters. For me, the most interesting one (at the moment) is Sister Clarice Willow. Well, after Serge. (I think Serge should have his own show. Something like Benson, a show from many ages ago, where Robert Guillaume starred as the butler to some governor.)
For someone like me, who’s not too up on BSG lore, the plot was easy to follow. Sure, I missed some of those references to things that had been mentioned in BSG, like the game of pyramid, the allure of Gemenon, discrimination of Taurons, not to mention William Adama’s background, but it didn’t interfere with understanding the show.
Would it have made any difference if I’d been up to speed on the BSG background. Sure. But to be up on the background, one had to like BSG show enough to watch it. So it’s kind of a catch-22 thing.
I’m not saying a complete “no” to the series. I might still watch it. Come Friday, I might find myself drawn to it again. And who knows, perhaps at some point I’ll totally fall in love with it. (But don’t bet your paycheck on it.)
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