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So. James Caan. Mister Rollerball, Mister Corelone, Mister Elder Doppelgänger.

Onward to the review.

It was an ok episode. James Caan's presence levelled it up from being mediocre to hugely layered, especially when it comes to my favourite subject matter with regards to this season.

Per usual, the underlying thread of the episode was that of Daddies. Fatherhood, you are the golden thread of this show, you are (beyond the kick-ass chemistry of Steve and Danny and the Fearsome Foursome) what has made this season palpable and interesting when everything else made me want to throw things.

And so without further a do, let us talk about Danny, and the fact that he is now paranoid in a way I doubt he was before Grace had been kidnapped. I'm not saying Danny wouldn't have been over protective and have the whole "all boys are evil" (considering what he does for a living and the fact that the majority of victims in gendered crimes are women, he kind of knows what he's talking about), but he probably wouldn't have gone "Ted Bundy was ten once".

But Danny does have a tendency to be totally irrational. It's his thing. Along with being utterly overcome with emotion... it's kind of why I love him.

There was of course bonus Danny in a pool with Gracie and her little polka dot bikini!

Let me tell you, I had such flashbacks to my own childhood in the pool with my dad, even though my father didn't care about boys approaching me as they usually teased me and I hated them. *ahem*

Moving on!

I was prepared to eye roll my way through this episode, because honestly, having James Caan play someone other than Danny's relative made me wrinkle my nose, because dude, what do you do when you have James Caan's younger, blonder and more mucsly (lolz!) Doppelgänger running around?! Have they looked in the mirror, wait, they don't have to! They can just look at each other!

Obviously you have him behave like a grizzled future!Danny, who decides to nickname the boys!

I give you below, the names Tony Arche bestowed on Steve:

"McRough", "Tough guy" and "McGoo".

Danny he called: "Muscles", "Hairdo" and "Dick Tracy".

The writers did they have fun or what? Not to mention the collective noun of "Sherlocks". Lovely.

What was really awesome, when it came to Tony being in scenes with Steve and Danny was a) his outside pov on their interaction - telepathy, hen pecking, "marriage" and b) the uncanny (shut up) resemblance of Danny and Tony's appearance and their attitude. Very east coast, very randomly violent, very wise ass and very ambivalent in their attitude for the law. Danny and Tony are both "clean", but they were friends with those who were "dirty, thank you show, for that lovely rendition of moral relativism.

The plot revolved around a dead father and how you mustn't trust boys who aren't your father (or father figures). *cough* Thanks show, it's not like I didn't know you were conservative all along...

They could have been more subtle with the parallels I guess, but I suppose subtlety is for when Steve stares at Danny's bare toes and the boys have a group hug with the second most competent father figure to appear on the show to date.

Speaking of conservatism, this is a pet peeve, because I know I'm watching a Republican show, but do they have to remind me?

You do know Danny is the voice of the 99% right?

Date: 2012-02-28 06:32 pm (UTC)
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My attitude towards this show has become very much "plot? what plot?" in all things. Thanks for being briefly intellectual so I can bask, lol.

I spent a lot of the time the two Caans were on stage together stamping my feet with glee, because it was all so delightfully surreal and hilarious. But the best, the ABSOLUTE best moment when Danny told Tony he loved him, ostensibly for the pizza. Because, awwwwwww.

Also, as a New Yorker? The whole "this is how you teach people not from New York how to eat pizza" moment was AMAZING. A. MAY. ZING.

Pretty much, fuck the episode, MOAR PIZZA SCENE. WITH FOOT STARING.

(I did have a moment when con-artist-dude in the interrogation booth admitted he'd fallen in love with the girl--and the music immediately switched to sweet and romantic, like this was a ~~~tragic love~~~ moment. NO, IT WAS NOT.)


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June 2015

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"

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