I quite enjoyed this episode. Who doesn’t love stories about psychopaths and the criminally insane? It is wonderful to see someone completely nuts if only to give our own psychosis perspective. I mean, Joker is completely bonkers and we love him. What about Patrick Bateman from American Psycho? Mr. Blonde from Reservoir Dogs? Dexter from Dexter (image from our collection of Dexter t shirts).
I also liked this one because Kirk was totally sucked in . When he proves fallible that actually makes him more likable. No one wants to watch God solve problems by snapping his fingers or Cthulu wreak havoc by being nigh indestructable. When a human makes a human mistake we end up identifying with him more. “Hey, Captain Kirk was totally fooled by Dr. Adams yet I too would have been fooled. In that regard he and I are very similar!” See how that works?
Also kudos to the prop department for putting together the very cool Neural Neutralizer out of a dentist char and some spare light parts. I love it when they cobble together something cool. Of course this was Season 1 when they still had a budget but honestly it didn’t look any worse than most modern sci fi props.
the Infamous Dave Inman
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!
SPOILER ALERTS So season 8 has been pretty awful in every way possible. Getting through it was like eating light bulbs. It was like trying to pass a golf ball sized kidney stone along with the wrist watch your doctor accidentally sewed up inside your bladder. It was as grindtastic as possible without actually getting an appendage caught in a meat grinder (and in retrospect I kind of wish I had had that happen instead).
So everything I liked about the show was gone and replaced with everything I hated about it. Gone was Barney Stinson hilarious playboy. Instead we get Barney Stinson, blushing groom. Gone was Lily and Marshal, generally cool couple and funny reality check. Instead we get Lily and Marshal fighting, remaking Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, and trying to prove which of them could be the biggest doormat. Honestly, those were the only parts of the show I liked. Of course the parts I hated were still in full effect. Ted Mosby, the poorest excuse for a male since Hedwig, was all over the screen like vomit on a prom dress and the story, normally at least pretending to take place in a regular pacing, crammed 22 episodes over three days with flash backs, flash forwards, and flash sideways like Doctor Who was tripping acid.
Then we finally get to the ending and after meeting his dream mother that we sat through 8 seasons listening to him whine about only to find out that after spawning his children she…dies? THERE IS NO MIDDLE FINGER BIG ENOUGH TO PROPERLY EXPRESS MY FEELINGS FOR THIS ENDING! Whoever wrote that “twist” needs to be strapped down to Dexters kill table in order to pay for the crime of murdering my faith in humanity (image courtesy of the my collection of Dexter t shirts). Oh, in other twists that make me hope the show writers all burn in hell Barney and Robin get divorced, Barney knocks up some bimbo and transforms into super dad, and the series ends with Ted once again asking out Robin. This whole thing screams of wanting to have your cake and eat it too.
In summary, Ted Mosby die and writers burn in hell. Thank you.
the Infamous Dave Inman