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Holy crap!

I don't even know where to begin. I'm seriously in awe of Scott's abilities and talent. His voice, his eyes, his entire body, oh my god. I will have to watch this again to give e meta it deserves because there were so many layers to Danny's stories, so many threads in the actual plot.

I'm so glad Danny and Steve hugged for a long time. Danny's needed a hug for a while now, and yes, bomb, but you know.

I'm still screaming inside my head!

But don't leave yet, let me tell you my thoughts, some of them at least.

#1 my head canon of Danny having a black woman as a partner was realised! How awesome is that. I didn't anticipate Grace being her namesake, I was very moved by that.

#2 Terence Howard was fucking fantastic. Oh, two calibre actors playing off each other, it was pure art, technical perfection.

#3 I discovered last night that this episode's director had directed the visually beautiful, if somewhat dull movie, "The Losers", so all that new fangled slo-mo stuff is definitely something to thank him for, as well as the close ups on the first slam of Danny's face.

Now we know that that CIA slap was small potatoes, huh?

The terrorist plot tying in with the flashback plot was beautifully intertwined, and made me think of my own circumstances and relationship with terrorism. When Danny talks about the changes America has gone though since 9/11, all I could think was that that had been the reality I grew up with. I was 16 when the US was attacked, by then I had been through the Gulf war and hiding in a sealed room with a gas mask, frantic phone calls to my sisters who both lived in Jerusalem whenever a bus or shop had been blown up. By then the mall a few blocks from my house had been bombed more than once, one time I had felt the ground shudder under my feet as I approached it.

All that to say, when 9/11 happened, it didn't compute as a tragedy or the cumulative consequences of American foreign policy in the Middle East, all I thought was that now Americans knew.

The selfish thought of a thoughtless teenager.

Danny's memories of that days probably make him feel guilty. I have no doubt he has to deal with the cognitive dissonance of it being one of the happiest days with one of the worst and not because of the collective tragedy. I'm now wondering if he was ever allowed to grieve Grace just for herself, or if he had been swept by the turmoil of so many deaths that happened simultaneously.

I mean, 9/11 saved his life, that's quite something and beautiful weaving of narrative, not to mention a complex and very different way of commemorating that day.

On a more basic level, the father daughter dance was lovely, who said Danny can't dance! Chin and Kono were really busting his ass there. Max giving Danny the name of the boutique, which was adorable! Is the cane now a permanent thing? If so, H50 has disabled representation, which pleases me!

Steve called Danny Chewbaka! Does that make him Han Solo?! Inquiring minds want to know. Chewbaka chest, omg, if that's not adlibbd I'll eat my hat!

Also, so much respect to the Army bomb squad. Just, my uneaten hat off to you. Pretty sure I would have passed out if I were anywhere near that situation.

I very much disliked the frigdeing (a blatant example if ever there was one) and the totally unnecessary slo-mo Baywatch style body shot of Catherine. She's sexy and we know it, gotcha'. Actually rolled my eyes at that. And these two things kind of prevented me from enjoying the episode with all its depth, because the subject matter is sombre. But I can't take off my critical goggles, anymore than I can't help but always focus on Danny.

There is a lot of interpretation material in this ep. I don't know if I'll tease it out through meta or fic, especially considering I'm working through the weekend.

Stay tuned!
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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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