Supernatural 4.02
Sep. 26th, 2008 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianHigh-pitched squeal, you guys. High. Pitched. Squeal. Imagine it; I uttered it. Like a really tiny dolphin. Or a miniature tea kettle. Short, but incredibly high. This was when the credits started rolling, by the way. I emitted plenty of other noises during the episode, too. This one, though, was a sound I had never heard myself make before. And I can't really describe why. It was sort of a slow build, I think, of awesome thing after awesome thing, until my brain could not contain the awesome and had to let off the release valve.
And therefore, freaking high-pitched squeal that could have called all the neighborhood dogs and maybe set off a few car alarms.
Everything I could want in an episode.
I started out feeling kind of ambivalent, I'm not sure why, maybe because it's been kind of a bad week for me in RL. But in any case, the squee had faded and I was so very doubtful, just thinking of all the things that could go wrong. But gradually the joy returned. Loved the teamwork and the dialogue and the heartfelt nature of it all. It worked for me. Really well.
Dude, it was weird. This whole episode, it was like I could say the lines of dialogue as they fell out of the characters' mouths. Even though I had barely speculated, didn't know what the plot was doing, etc. etc. I guess I just love these guys that freakin' much, that I hear their words before they say them. Pie! Idjit! Awesome! Not touching that with a ten-foot pole!
All right. Let us discuss the awesomeness that is Bobby Singer. This man is clearly a genius, and obviously the smartest person on this show. IRON-BOUND PANIC ROOM. As soon as he said "somewhere safe," I knew it existed. Goodness, I would live there happily, as long as I had internet and was occasionally visited by Bobby or one of the boys. That is totally my new safe space where I will take my brain when things get to be too much. LOVED seeing more of his house, and the crazy occult stuff stashed all over. So Bobby! So wonderful!
I was scared, though, the entire episode, that Bobby was going to die. Because they DO that, those awful television people, they make you love a character, make him the glue that holds everything together, and then they kill him, because it's motivation for the heroes or whatever. So I was truly, genuinely frightened every single freakin' time Bobby was in peril, which happened quite a bit. Literally, hand over my mouth terrified, yelling at the screen, "No, no, no, don't die, Bobby! Don't die! I LOOOOOOOVVVEEE YOOOOUUUUU."
Yay for the rising of the guest stars! All excellent, all creepy and scary and really, really sad. Oh man. And Meg totally called Sam out on the new Ruby and how it is utterly wrong wrong wrong! YAYS IN HAYS! (This is my new yay phrase. No, I don't know why.) Poor Ronald. Poor Henriksen. When he first showed up, for a minute I thought he was a new demon or something and would be back for more than one episode, and I was really happy. Because Henriksen was awesome. But this was good, too.
And lord, how grody was that gas station bathroom? I loved it.
Should have mentioned this earlier, but hurray for Dean being totally honest and straight-up. Very much fits his character, too. When something confuses Dean, he likes to get all shouty and argue about it. Sam tucks it away and tries to figure it out for himself before telling anyone. And so I can almost forgive Sam not telling about new-Ruby and stuff, because that's totally confusing. And if I were in Sam's situation, I'd be hiding it too, because it would just feel like way too much to deal with. That doesn't make it right, though. YOU NEED TO BE SMARTER THAN ME, SAM.
So many great, tense sequences in this episode, from the opener to the various ghosts to Sam starting to force open car trunks because he knows Bobby's somewhere. And oh man, that last one with the shotguns and the spell chanting in the background and the pace gradually getting faster and faster until it seems like they just couldn't possibly keep it up. (And they couldn't.) Dude, like a shooting gallery from hell. Or the worst video game ever invented, because you only have one life and then you can't play anymore. And you're also really dead.
Also! SQUEE at smart!Dean shooting down the chandelier. ::loves it when Dean shows how smart he is::
And pie! Did I mention pie? This is how Dean deals with horrible confusing things that make his brain and heart and soul want to burst. He yells and shouts and argues, accepts that maybe he could be wrong about some things and that he needs to read more, and then demands PIE. ::loves Dean::
::also loves pie::
Also! Squee at the boys constantly asking if the other is okay, are you all right, what's wrong, how many fingers am I holding up, none, dude, because you're on the phone and driving at the same time, I'm not stupid just concussed. OH BOYS. They're both so scared about losing each other. ::huggles frightened boys::
Also! Squee at the many scenes with one or the other of them sleeping. I only recently realized that I love it when they sleep. Maybe because they're so cute when they're relaxed and not freaking out or in pain or angst or worry? Whatever. I don't know what it is, but I LIKE it.
And Castiel continues to bring teh awesome. I don't think I really need to explain why. Just one thing: when he says that he lost six brothers this week. My heart went all pitter-pat and aw, poor angel. Life on earth is hard. Also, that threat was totally scary and believable and I don't blame Dean at all for waking up all freaked out.
And maybe starting to accept that this is true and maybe someone does care about you, Dean? Are you maybe starting to accept that, believe that? Maybe? Please? Maybe.
Anyway.
High. Pitched. Squeal.
And therefore, freaking high-pitched squeal that could have called all the neighborhood dogs and maybe set off a few car alarms.
Everything I could want in an episode.
I started out feeling kind of ambivalent, I'm not sure why, maybe because it's been kind of a bad week for me in RL. But in any case, the squee had faded and I was so very doubtful, just thinking of all the things that could go wrong. But gradually the joy returned. Loved the teamwork and the dialogue and the heartfelt nature of it all. It worked for me. Really well.
Dude, it was weird. This whole episode, it was like I could say the lines of dialogue as they fell out of the characters' mouths. Even though I had barely speculated, didn't know what the plot was doing, etc. etc. I guess I just love these guys that freakin' much, that I hear their words before they say them. Pie! Idjit! Awesome! Not touching that with a ten-foot pole!
All right. Let us discuss the awesomeness that is Bobby Singer. This man is clearly a genius, and obviously the smartest person on this show. IRON-BOUND PANIC ROOM. As soon as he said "somewhere safe," I knew it existed. Goodness, I would live there happily, as long as I had internet and was occasionally visited by Bobby or one of the boys. That is totally my new safe space where I will take my brain when things get to be too much. LOVED seeing more of his house, and the crazy occult stuff stashed all over. So Bobby! So wonderful!
I was scared, though, the entire episode, that Bobby was going to die. Because they DO that, those awful television people, they make you love a character, make him the glue that holds everything together, and then they kill him, because it's motivation for the heroes or whatever. So I was truly, genuinely frightened every single freakin' time Bobby was in peril, which happened quite a bit. Literally, hand over my mouth terrified, yelling at the screen, "No, no, no, don't die, Bobby! Don't die! I LOOOOOOOVVVEEE YOOOOUUUUU."
Yay for the rising of the guest stars! All excellent, all creepy and scary and really, really sad. Oh man. And Meg totally called Sam out on the new Ruby and how it is utterly wrong wrong wrong! YAYS IN HAYS! (This is my new yay phrase. No, I don't know why.) Poor Ronald. Poor Henriksen. When he first showed up, for a minute I thought he was a new demon or something and would be back for more than one episode, and I was really happy. Because Henriksen was awesome. But this was good, too.
And lord, how grody was that gas station bathroom? I loved it.
Should have mentioned this earlier, but hurray for Dean being totally honest and straight-up. Very much fits his character, too. When something confuses Dean, he likes to get all shouty and argue about it. Sam tucks it away and tries to figure it out for himself before telling anyone. And so I can almost forgive Sam not telling about new-Ruby and stuff, because that's totally confusing. And if I were in Sam's situation, I'd be hiding it too, because it would just feel like way too much to deal with. That doesn't make it right, though. YOU NEED TO BE SMARTER THAN ME, SAM.
So many great, tense sequences in this episode, from the opener to the various ghosts to Sam starting to force open car trunks because he knows Bobby's somewhere. And oh man, that last one with the shotguns and the spell chanting in the background and the pace gradually getting faster and faster until it seems like they just couldn't possibly keep it up. (And they couldn't.) Dude, like a shooting gallery from hell. Or the worst video game ever invented, because you only have one life and then you can't play anymore. And you're also really dead.
Also! SQUEE at smart!Dean shooting down the chandelier. ::loves it when Dean shows how smart he is::
And pie! Did I mention pie? This is how Dean deals with horrible confusing things that make his brain and heart and soul want to burst. He yells and shouts and argues, accepts that maybe he could be wrong about some things and that he needs to read more, and then demands PIE. ::loves Dean::
::also loves pie::
Also! Squee at the boys constantly asking if the other is okay, are you all right, what's wrong, how many fingers am I holding up, none, dude, because you're on the phone and driving at the same time, I'm not stupid just concussed. OH BOYS. They're both so scared about losing each other. ::huggles frightened boys::
Also! Squee at the many scenes with one or the other of them sleeping. I only recently realized that I love it when they sleep. Maybe because they're so cute when they're relaxed and not freaking out or in pain or angst or worry? Whatever. I don't know what it is, but I LIKE it.
And Castiel continues to bring teh awesome. I don't think I really need to explain why. Just one thing: when he says that he lost six brothers this week. My heart went all pitter-pat and aw, poor angel. Life on earth is hard. Also, that threat was totally scary and believable and I don't blame Dean at all for waking up all freaked out.
And maybe starting to accept that this is true and maybe someone does care about you, Dean? Are you maybe starting to accept that, believe that? Maybe? Please? Maybe.
Anyway.
High. Pitched. Squeal.
