Ellen, Jo, Bobby, Crowley, Meg, Lucifer. So many guest stars, so little time. (Castiel was a regular by now.)
Remember when Crowley was just a crossroads demon (albeit a senior one)? Who knew he’d come to play such a big role in the coming years. Of course, much of Crowley’s longevity has been due to Mark A. Sheppard, and his clever performance. Heck, Crowley was almost likeable at the time, being almost simpatico with the Winchesters. He wanted Lucifer dead too, citing self-preservation, believing Lucifer would wipe out demonkind once he’d finished with humankind. But I wonder if this was all just a ruse so he could become the self-proclaimed “King of Hell.”
It’s a rather depressing episode. The Winchesters fail to kill Lucifer, Lucifer accomplishes his goal of raising Death by sacrificing (read “murdering”) an entire town, and Ellen and Jo die.
And yet, it’s very well done. When Jo is gravely injured by a hell hound, the pace becomes frantic. The camera is jerky, the cuts are rapid and shaky. It serves well to heighten the sense of desperation the characters feel.
Over the years, Supernatural has brought tears to my eyes many times. But this is the only time I have actually sobbed. Alona Tal and Samantha Ferris were superb at portraying the mortally wounded daughter and the distraught mother. When Jo wept, I wept. When Ellen sobbed, I sobbed.
One of the best episodes of the season, but it’s hard to give it five beer mugs for the sheer hopelessness of it all.
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