Mmmm. Huh. Uh.
What happened to my Torchwood?
The season started so promising. Remember the fish in the convertible? I laughed so hard when that little old lady said with disdain, "Torchwood."
That wonderful opening makes the episode entitled "Meat" pointless. I want to hear Rhys explain about Christmases past. Don't tell me all the events happening in London doesn't make Cardiff news. He had to know by now that aliens are real. Aliens killed the American President, for Christ's sake.
Now, I know one of the rules of Fan Husbandry is inconsistencies, but I've never been much of a "fan." I'm an admirer and i hate inconsistencies. Hey, Jack, take the pill and you won't remember your father's death again. Duh.
The episode entitled "Adam" was slower than George Bush cluing into his approval rating. While I enjoyed the walk down Jack's memory lane, I have a problem with the logic concerning "memories" in the episode. While I understand Gwen's initial freak out, I have problems with the idea that Rhys would be the "memory" that was "pushed out."
And I don't believe one episode in our childhood makes us the way we are; we have defining moments, but there are too many to count. We are not only just the sum of our experiences; we come into this world with genetics that help define ourselves - some might even say our souls help define us as well. I was thrown out of the story over Gwen's overt bitchiness towards Rhys.
Attraction is attraction. That's instinct. While a good cop will tell you training makes you great, instinct has a lot to do with it as well.
Well, the last two episodes were done by the same writer. I'm eager to see next week.