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JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
DOLLHOUSE.
OMG. EVEN THOUGH THE ACTING IS UNEVEN AND THE DIALOGUE GETTING CHEESIER AND CHEESIER, THE WRITING. OMG THE WRITING.
Strangely, Boyd as a crazypants father-figure is sort of believable. I can believe that he decided along the way that he would take his psuedo-family along on his crazypants ride. I can believe he saw something in Caroline that was intriguing, and he set his plan in motion. I can believe he covered his tracks very, very well. But my god, BY GOD, what I can't believe is that ending.
I SERIOUSLY STARTED CRYING. I DIDN'T EXPECT TO CRY. I DIDN'T CRY AT MELLIE'S DEATH (wow, anticlimactic much? Paul's sorrow was way more of a focal point, and I don't care if that was the intent, if a person kills herself, her actual death should make me cry, not the reaction of the pretty man who mourns her death) BUT WHEN ECHO PUT THAT GRENADE IN VACANT!BOYD'S HAND, I JUST--MY RIGHTEOUS ANGER AND VINDICTIVE GLADNESS FADED. BECAUSE YES. YES I WANT BOYD TO FEEL THE INHUMANITY OF BEING A DOLL.
BUT GUYS. Guys. They killed an innocent man. They killed a doll, someone who just wanted to be his best. They put the weapon in his hand, and he pulled the trigger of his own demise, and he desired to do that because he wanted to please. I, just, my god. How sad, how achingly tragic and sad is that? SO MUCH. GOD. I, JUST.
And lol, my god Echo, way to not focus on what is really important--"You betrayed me! How could you?" instead of "Yo, you're trying to off humanity, insano!"
Victor!Topher!Anthony!=A+
The bottom line is, Dollhouse has moments of fucking amazingness in each episode. And those moments that surprise me, sadden me, craze me, intrigue me, make me fall in love--THAT is what I will miss. Here's hoping the last episode does the same things to my sad little heart that this one did.
BOYD. GOD. *SOB*
DOLLHOUSE.
OMG. EVEN THOUGH THE ACTING IS UNEVEN AND THE DIALOGUE GETTING CHEESIER AND CHEESIER, THE WRITING. OMG THE WRITING.
Strangely, Boyd as a crazypants father-figure is sort of believable. I can believe that he decided along the way that he would take his psuedo-family along on his crazypants ride. I can believe he saw something in Caroline that was intriguing, and he set his plan in motion. I can believe he covered his tracks very, very well. But my god, BY GOD, what I can't believe is that ending.
I SERIOUSLY STARTED CRYING. I DIDN'T EXPECT TO CRY. I DIDN'T CRY AT MELLIE'S DEATH (wow, anticlimactic much? Paul's sorrow was way more of a focal point, and I don't care if that was the intent, if a person kills herself, her actual death should make me cry, not the reaction of the pretty man who mourns her death) BUT WHEN ECHO PUT THAT GRENADE IN VACANT!BOYD'S HAND, I JUST--MY RIGHTEOUS ANGER AND VINDICTIVE GLADNESS FADED. BECAUSE YES. YES I WANT BOYD TO FEEL THE INHUMANITY OF BEING A DOLL.
BUT GUYS. Guys. They killed an innocent man. They killed a doll, someone who just wanted to be his best. They put the weapon in his hand, and he pulled the trigger of his own demise, and he desired to do that because he wanted to please. I, just, my god. How sad, how achingly tragic and sad is that? SO MUCH. GOD. I, JUST.
And lol, my god Echo, way to not focus on what is really important--"You betrayed me! How could you?" instead of "Yo, you're trying to off humanity, insano!"
Victor!Topher!Anthony!=A+
The bottom line is, Dollhouse has moments of fucking amazingness in each episode. And those moments that surprise me, sadden me, craze me, intrigue me, make me fall in love--THAT is what I will miss. Here's hoping the last episode does the same things to my sad little heart that this one did.
BOYD. GOD. *SOB*