The Dee-annotated Supernatural: Wendigo
I totally did not just rewatch it, and therefore am totally not noting down my thoughts on it.
Last week's slick recap
The Male: Yeah, that's a good idea; load and cock the shotgun, then throw it violently down at groin height.
Incidentally, it makes me laugh a lot that Sam is three years younger than me. Baby!hunter. Now step aside and let me get at your older brother.
Sam: Despite my wallowing, violin-angst-filled nightmare, I'm fine!
Me: Because he's a MAN.
The Male: But he's not wearing tights.
Me: They're under his jeans.
Welcome to Blackwhatsit Ridge, home to lots of abandoned mines
The Male: Ah, abandoned mines, the DM's favourite.
How do you deal with it? Dean says something sappy about helping families.
The Male: No. If he's altruistic, I'm leaving. He's an amoral bastard.
Dean says something about killing a lot of evil fuckers.
Me: And we love him.
Roy: Inside the magic circle?
The Male: You dissing my magic circle, bitch? You walking home.
Dean: We gotta torch the sucker.
The Male: Is that a Molotov cocktail?
Me: In a beer bottle.
The Male: I love his work.
Me: Hey, I saw him first.
Dean is taken by the Wendigo.
The Male: He dropped his Molotov cocktail, he is not worthy.
Sam and Pouty Kid go into the mine.
Both of us: KOBOLDS!
Dean: You thinking what I'm thinking?
Me: Yeah, but where are we going to find a bunny suit to fit Wolverine?
Dean shoots the Wendigo.
Me: You lose at faster-than-light movement.
(Critic!Dee: He should have shot it in the back. It could have done the burst into flames and meltdown thing, and then he could have been standing above its ashes all manly-like. Honestly. Am I the only one thinking with my melodrama node?)
Haley: I don't know how to thank you.
Dean: *smirks*
Haley: Must you cheapen the moment?
Dean: Yeah!
Me: *dies of laughter and love* (I admit, I just included this because I love it.)
Haley and Pouty Kid leave; the brothers sit in silent communion.
The Male: He's going to say something sappy, isn't he? I hate this.
Dean: Man, I hate camping!
Me: I love this!
Sam: In the meantime, I'm driving.
Me: The hell you are!
Dean: *tosses over the keys*
Me: Mind control. Gotta be. Kill him now, he's an alien.
But seriously...
- Their instincts and their tag-teaming make me wibble. They walk into a room and one's talking, and one's looking around. When the other one talks, the first is looking around. They're evaluating, they're weighing, and part of it's pure instinct, and part of it's a rational get-the-job-done determination, and I'm not sure which I love more. But most, I love the partnership there. And they're still feeling this out, which means they could get even better. Because you can't tell me it was equal when Dean was working with Daddy Winchester. This is a new plane of operations.
- They're young. Anyone who knows me knows that this is a theme close to my twisted black heart: kids growing up too fast. Kids being older than they should be. Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme, the HP kids. Sam is, as mentioned before, baby, and also really in his learning phase (on account of being our window char), for all that he's got his convenient ass-kicking training. But Dean's only, what, five years older? And he's been doing this for ages. He's been doing it while Sam piked to go do the normal school thing, and he's soldiered on alone (because his father doesn't count as being with him, not like Sam was with him). I like Dean because he's going to grow up to be one of My Boys (the jaded, capable, experienced fuckers), but he's still in formation, and it could be fascinating to watch. So long as they don't, y'know, fuck it up. *G*
- Snappy, crackerjack Sam just makes me want to smack him upside the head. Whelp.
- I'm really liking how quick and tight and referential the shows are put together - everything isn't quite spelled out as much as I usually expect from television, though admittedly it's been years. And is it just me and our odd TV, or is the colour different? Muted? Anyway, that's all good, but they really need to work on their climaxes. Both of 'em, so far, have left me with something of a "pfft" feeling. But maybe I'm demanding.
I can't believe I just spent all that time writing this. Fuck, man. What am I, some sort of fangirl? This is just embarrassing.
Last week's slick recap
The Male: Yeah, that's a good idea; load and cock the shotgun, then throw it violently down at groin height.
Incidentally, it makes me laugh a lot that Sam is three years younger than me. Baby!hunter. Now step aside and let me get at your older brother.
Sam: Despite my wallowing, violin-angst-filled nightmare, I'm fine!
Me: Because he's a MAN.
The Male: But he's not wearing tights.
Me: They're under his jeans.
Welcome to Blackwhatsit Ridge, home to lots of abandoned mines
The Male: Ah, abandoned mines, the DM's favourite.
How do you deal with it? Dean says something sappy about helping families.
The Male: No. If he's altruistic, I'm leaving. He's an amoral bastard.
Dean says something about killing a lot of evil fuckers.
Me: And we love him.
Roy: Inside the magic circle?
The Male: You dissing my magic circle, bitch? You walking home.
Dean: We gotta torch the sucker.
The Male: Is that a Molotov cocktail?
Me: In a beer bottle.
The Male: I love his work.
Me: Hey, I saw him first.
Dean is taken by the Wendigo.
The Male: He dropped his Molotov cocktail, he is not worthy.
Sam and Pouty Kid go into the mine.
Both of us: KOBOLDS!
Dean: You thinking what I'm thinking?
Me: Yeah, but where are we going to find a bunny suit to fit Wolverine?
Dean shoots the Wendigo.
Me: You lose at faster-than-light movement.
(Critic!Dee: He should have shot it in the back. It could have done the burst into flames and meltdown thing, and then he could have been standing above its ashes all manly-like. Honestly. Am I the only one thinking with my melodrama node?)
Haley: I don't know how to thank you.
Dean: *smirks*
Haley: Must you cheapen the moment?
Dean: Yeah!
Me: *dies of laughter and love* (I admit, I just included this because I love it.)
Haley and Pouty Kid leave; the brothers sit in silent communion.
The Male: He's going to say something sappy, isn't he? I hate this.
Dean: Man, I hate camping!
Me: I love this!
Sam: In the meantime, I'm driving.
Me: The hell you are!
Dean: *tosses over the keys*
Me: Mind control. Gotta be. Kill him now, he's an alien.
But seriously...
- Their instincts and their tag-teaming make me wibble. They walk into a room and one's talking, and one's looking around. When the other one talks, the first is looking around. They're evaluating, they're weighing, and part of it's pure instinct, and part of it's a rational get-the-job-done determination, and I'm not sure which I love more. But most, I love the partnership there. And they're still feeling this out, which means they could get even better. Because you can't tell me it was equal when Dean was working with Daddy Winchester. This is a new plane of operations.
- They're young. Anyone who knows me knows that this is a theme close to my twisted black heart: kids growing up too fast. Kids being older than they should be. Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme, the HP kids. Sam is, as mentioned before, baby, and also really in his learning phase (on account of being our window char), for all that he's got his convenient ass-kicking training. But Dean's only, what, five years older? And he's been doing this for ages. He's been doing it while Sam piked to go do the normal school thing, and he's soldiered on alone (because his father doesn't count as being with him, not like Sam was with him). I like Dean because he's going to grow up to be one of My Boys (the jaded, capable, experienced fuckers), but he's still in formation, and it could be fascinating to watch. So long as they don't, y'know, fuck it up. *G*
- Snappy, crackerjack Sam just makes me want to smack him upside the head. Whelp.
- I'm really liking how quick and tight and referential the shows are put together - everything isn't quite spelled out as much as I usually expect from television, though admittedly it's been years. And is it just me and our odd TV, or is the colour different? Muted? Anyway, that's all good, but they really need to work on their climaxes. Both of 'em, so far, have left me with something of a "pfft" feeling. But maybe I'm demanding.
I can't believe I just spent all that time writing this. Fuck, man. What am I, some sort of fangirl? This is just embarrassing.