dorkage: House 4x06 Whatever It Takes
So, I gather a lot of people didn't like this episode? That's what my flist suggests, anyway. Hmmm. I think I must just be ridiculously easy to please or something. I was as fascinated by the show as I've always been, though, of course, I'd always ALWAYS want more Cuddy. (Only 28 caps this episode as opposed to 52 last!) Yes, the show is still cheery and light, and there's no angst on the horizon - witness all the brazenly dodgy flirting on House's part, heh - but it was a rollicking good ride. Just. More. Cuddy. Please.
- Because if you had all kinds of funky spy technology costing the equivalent of a third world country's GNP, who wouldn't direct a satellite at Cuddy's vagina when she looks like this:
Cuddy? SHOULD ALWAYS WEAR PURPLE, HI. Chances of invasion aren't slim to none. Alien beings would colonise us for this amount of hotness!
- And yes, I'm straight, dammit. Except when LE is on screen, apparently...
- Sorry, I was meant to be reviewing the episode? *ahem*
- First off. Dude, I was complaining about Filler Brennan being boring? OMG, look, he's a complete psychopath! Which means that the House writers, brilliant brilliant folk that they are, have pulled the proverbial rug out from under our feet again - of COURSE Brennan was colourless and boring and seemed so normal in all the episodes he's been in so far. The point is that it's the quiet ones you have to look out for; they're the ones who're going to be dancing naked in rainstorms with flowerpots on their heads (relatively unobstrusive) or poisoning a patient to give her fake!polio so he can start a Vitamin C clinical trial to save lots and lots of poor people (really rather TERRIFYING)!
- Loved how this was set up in the episode, actually. Because, being easily entertained, I totally never saw it coming, and I was, finally, like, whoa, they're giving us a reason to respect Brennan, so they can pull a totally unexpected elimination out of the bag - because who hadn't expected Brennan to be cut this episode? Well, he was... but not before I was deeply amused by how he stood up to Foreman and gave him a huge exercise in humility. (I loved it when Foreman had to sit there and admit he was stubborn and arrogant, and NONE of the ducklets could give him respect anymore. They were all smirking. NICE.)
- BTW? I. HATE. FOREMAN. Again. After I'd managed to come as close as I ever would (not very, but closer) to forgiving him for being such an asswipe the whole of the last season (seriously, they pulled him back from the brink quite a bit with Mirror, Mirror), I just... couldn't stand how sanctimonious and evil he felt to me. I know, I know, this was a very (obviously, although still cleverly) constructed parallel to House - they're both supposed to be brilliant, wrong until they get it right, stubborn, arrogant, with ridiculously offputting sense(s) of superiority. So why does House pull it off with so much more charm and aplomb and sheer witty genius than Foreman? Seriously - the constant attempts by the writers to match House and Foreman and their experiences and the way they deal with things? It had better be intentional that Foreman always comes off looking like a jerk... It boggles my mind - admittedly, I have a thing for Hugh Laurie (especially when LE isn't onscreen making me distinctly bi-confused!) but Omar Epps is a good actor. He's impressed me before (Euphoria). So what is it about Foreman that drives me batshit-crazy? That he's not House, I guess.
- I LOVE CHASE. CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE. Get your own spin-off show where you can be the only grown-up left of the original Ducklings! For serious - he was so adorable and smart and right when he told Cameron to stop mooning about over House's team and get on with her life. (And get over House, heh.) It's nice to see that Jennifer Morrison and Jesse Spencer can still work together, based on that little scene they shared where Cameron totally ruined Chase's scrub-up.
- And, because it is worthy of mention when it (rarely) happens, this is the first episode this season when Cameron didn't bug the hell out of me. Partly because she had no scenes with House, I suspect, as those always seem to turn her into some even smugger version of her usual smug self. But I liked seeing her open up to Foreman and admit that she missed the thrill of being on House's team. (Though, hi, Cameron? In the ER? People would expect you to do whatever it takes to save them too, you know...)
- The attempt to get us to ship CTB/PSG is mindbogglingly INEXPLICABLE. Surely neither of them is going to make the final 3?! But no Cole/13 goodness. =(
- I thought House calling Wilson was HILARIOUS - "my valet knows some oncology" and "Oh, I could never grow bored of ignoring you!" is made of so much win!! Love how Wilson kept yelling that he had never been to Afghanistan. See, this is how I love Wilson: flummoxed, amused and trying to cover up for House, but getting stuck in his pal's crazy schemes/predicaments and getting yelled at by Cuddy for it. Which, btw, was a scene of awesome.
- Cuddy was SO DISTRACTING in purple, but not distracting enough for me not to realise that she totally brung it (punishing Wilson because "House never learns - you might") and he was totally cute (forgetting the number for the CIA, LOL! so fumbly-cute!)
- House and Doctor!CIA was just strange. STRANGE. House is such an incorrigible flirt, seriously. And now he's gone and flirted himself into a NEW maybe-fellow?! WTH! Are we never going to settle down with just three people? Come on, writers. Back to the aaaaangst please, at some point. Preferably involving House/Cuddy experiencing minor existential crises about all that secret sex they're having all over the hospital. Mmmm, morgue!sex!
Um. Clearly I got distracted. Which leads me to...
HOUSE AND CUDDY ARE ALWAYS MADE OF WIN. This is a fact, however small their scenes together are.
- HI. THERE WAS FLIRTING. AND CUDDY PWNAGE. WHICH MAKES LIFE GOOOOOOD. I love it when Cuddy kicks ass and doesn't let House get away with anything. Yay Kickass!Cuddy!
HOUSE/CUDDY PHOTO STORY #25932: EYESEX IS AS EYESEX DOES
Brought to you courtesy of the letters HL, LE, HOTNESS. With additional dialogue courtesy of my brain's zip code in the gutter.
Cuddy: Where have you been? You totally missed our 4pm appointment. For sex. In MY OFFICE.
Cuddy: And don't say the CIA. Did you get hit on the head? How could you forget that I made you CRY last time?
House. Okay. [pause] I was recovering in the ER after that marathon Karma Sutra-themed sex session you initiated - oh wait, that was in my imagination. Not for much longer, though, right?
House: By the way, one of my employees... totally thinks you're a smokin' hot hellbitch on wheels. I didn't contradict him.
(Ed: I must admit, with the photos taken out of context this way, Cuddy totally looks like she's flirting her supertanker ass off with House. Which she is. Any right-minded H/C fan would say so!)
Cuddy: You're going to have to get someone from the CIA to call and confirm your story, or you're doing eight clinic hours and Wilson is doing sixteen. And at least seven of those you're going to spend in my bed. In a row. The last hour - well, I may deign to allow you to worship the ground I walk on...
House: I was in the Hamptons. I was helping some rich hedge-fund jerk treat his son's sniffles. Fascinating as that sounds. It's not as fascinating as the time you started molesting me under the table during a board meeting...
Cuddy: (sighs) I wish we could have sex right now. *sadface*
Cuddy: For your honesty, I will forgive your hours. If you will forgive the fact that we haven't ripped each other's clothes off in public by now. Damn my self-restraint!
House: (nods, looking suitably grateful) Thank you. For never letting me have to imagine you in dominatrix gear. I'll meet you in the car park in two seconds. All that disturbingly sexy leather is still in my boot...
[House turns away, not quite sure if she's playing along. It doesn't really matter, anyway. He's pretty certain she'll jump him the second they get behind closed doors...]
Cuddy: Noooo! (House turns back.) We do things my way, or not at all. Go to your office and chain yourself to the whiteboard!
Cuddy: The only thing less likely than your helping the CIA is your helping some rich guy in Long Island. You're doing your hours, and Wilson's. Which makes a full 24 hours in my bed. As my sex slave, if you please.
House: I know how to kill a man with my thumb. And a woman - namely you - with my piercing, sexy blue eyes.
Cuddy: Who doesn't? I'll show you a few things about 'death by thumb'...
[House, as always, is surprised by how Cuddy still manages to surprise him. Put on your seatbelts - it's going to be a bumpy night...]
- Remarkably inappropriate sex-filled dialogue aside, I thought this scene was made of so much awesome. Really. I loved seeing Cuddy kick House's ass into next Tuesday, while still being completely no-nonsense - "Who doesn't?" LOL, LE's reading of that line is made of WIN. And as I've said before, I love how he looks a tiny bit blindsided after that. Ah, the possibilities...
And, finally. I've also seen the trailer for House 4x07. OH MAN. I think I take back all my griping about the lack of angstiness. I've always wondered what would happen if the House writing team, already friggin' brilliant as is, gives itself more free rein and finds insanely crazy, smart ways to explore and change the show's tried-and-true set-up (identify a POTW who's dying fast, come close to killing him quicker than he'd have died, at least six times, and miraculously fixing him at the end, unless he's a her with a bad bra and Foreman didn't catch that). So since this season is evidently the Season of the Freewheeling, they've officially hit (approximately) Season 6/7 of the X-Files, when they got to mess around with the formula but have crazy amounts of fun doing it. The XF has already done something similar (X-Cops leaps to mind, and it's brilliant), but I can't WAIT to see the House team go nuts and stretch themselves all over and past an already very creative map. WAHEY!!!
I love this show I do.
- Because if you had all kinds of funky spy technology costing the equivalent of a third world country's GNP, who wouldn't direct a satellite at Cuddy's vagina when she looks like this:
Cuddy? SHOULD ALWAYS WEAR PURPLE, HI. Chances of invasion aren't slim to none. Alien beings would colonise us for this amount of hotness!
- And yes, I'm straight, dammit. Except when LE is on screen, apparently...
- Sorry, I was meant to be reviewing the episode? *ahem*
- First off. Dude, I was complaining about Filler Brennan being boring? OMG, look, he's a complete psychopath! Which means that the House writers, brilliant brilliant folk that they are, have pulled the proverbial rug out from under our feet again - of COURSE Brennan was colourless and boring and seemed so normal in all the episodes he's been in so far. The point is that it's the quiet ones you have to look out for; they're the ones who're going to be dancing naked in rainstorms with flowerpots on their heads (relatively unobstrusive) or poisoning a patient to give her fake!polio so he can start a Vitamin C clinical trial to save lots and lots of poor people (really rather TERRIFYING)!
- Loved how this was set up in the episode, actually. Because, being easily entertained, I totally never saw it coming, and I was, finally, like, whoa, they're giving us a reason to respect Brennan, so they can pull a totally unexpected elimination out of the bag - because who hadn't expected Brennan to be cut this episode? Well, he was... but not before I was deeply amused by how he stood up to Foreman and gave him a huge exercise in humility. (I loved it when Foreman had to sit there and admit he was stubborn and arrogant, and NONE of the ducklets could give him respect anymore. They were all smirking. NICE.)
- BTW? I. HATE. FOREMAN. Again. After I'd managed to come as close as I ever would (not very, but closer) to forgiving him for being such an asswipe the whole of the last season (seriously, they pulled him back from the brink quite a bit with Mirror, Mirror), I just... couldn't stand how sanctimonious and evil he felt to me. I know, I know, this was a very (obviously, although still cleverly) constructed parallel to House - they're both supposed to be brilliant, wrong until they get it right, stubborn, arrogant, with ridiculously offputting sense(s) of superiority. So why does House pull it off with so much more charm and aplomb and sheer witty genius than Foreman? Seriously - the constant attempts by the writers to match House and Foreman and their experiences and the way they deal with things? It had better be intentional that Foreman always comes off looking like a jerk... It boggles my mind - admittedly, I have a thing for Hugh Laurie (especially when LE isn't onscreen making me distinctly bi-confused!) but Omar Epps is a good actor. He's impressed me before (Euphoria). So what is it about Foreman that drives me batshit-crazy? That he's not House, I guess.
- I LOVE CHASE. CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE. Get your own spin-off show where you can be the only grown-up left of the original Ducklings! For serious - he was so adorable and smart and right when he told Cameron to stop mooning about over House's team and get on with her life. (And get over House, heh.) It's nice to see that Jennifer Morrison and Jesse Spencer can still work together, based on that little scene they shared where Cameron totally ruined Chase's scrub-up.
- And, because it is worthy of mention when it (rarely) happens, this is the first episode this season when Cameron didn't bug the hell out of me. Partly because she had no scenes with House, I suspect, as those always seem to turn her into some even smugger version of her usual smug self. But I liked seeing her open up to Foreman and admit that she missed the thrill of being on House's team. (Though, hi, Cameron? In the ER? People would expect you to do whatever it takes to save them too, you know...)
- The attempt to get us to ship CTB/PSG is mindbogglingly INEXPLICABLE. Surely neither of them is going to make the final 3?! But no Cole/13 goodness. =(
- I thought House calling Wilson was HILARIOUS - "my valet knows some oncology" and "Oh, I could never grow bored of ignoring you!" is made of so much win!! Love how Wilson kept yelling that he had never been to Afghanistan. See, this is how I love Wilson: flummoxed, amused and trying to cover up for House, but getting stuck in his pal's crazy schemes/predicaments and getting yelled at by Cuddy for it. Which, btw, was a scene of awesome.
- Cuddy was SO DISTRACTING in purple, but not distracting enough for me not to realise that she totally brung it (punishing Wilson because "House never learns - you might") and he was totally cute (forgetting the number for the CIA, LOL! so fumbly-cute!)
- House and Doctor!CIA was just strange. STRANGE. House is such an incorrigible flirt, seriously. And now he's gone and flirted himself into a NEW maybe-fellow?! WTH! Are we never going to settle down with just three people? Come on, writers. Back to the aaaaangst please, at some point. Preferably involving House/Cuddy experiencing minor existential crises about all that secret sex they're having all over the hospital. Mmmm, morgue!sex!
Um. Clearly I got distracted. Which leads me to...
HOUSE AND CUDDY ARE ALWAYS MADE OF WIN. This is a fact, however small their scenes together are.
- HI. THERE WAS FLIRTING. AND CUDDY PWNAGE. WHICH MAKES LIFE GOOOOOOD. I love it when Cuddy kicks ass and doesn't let House get away with anything. Yay Kickass!Cuddy!
HOUSE/CUDDY PHOTO STORY #25932: EYESEX IS AS EYESEX DOES
Brought to you courtesy of the letters HL, LE, HOTNESS. With additional dialogue courtesy of my brain's zip code in the gutter.
Cuddy: Where have you been? You totally missed our 4pm appointment. For sex. In MY OFFICE.
Cuddy: And don't say the CIA. Did you get hit on the head? How could you forget that I made you CRY last time?
House. Okay. [pause] I was recovering in the ER after that marathon Karma Sutra-themed sex session you initiated - oh wait, that was in my imagination. Not for much longer, though, right?
House: By the way, one of my employees... totally thinks you're a smokin' hot hellbitch on wheels. I didn't contradict him.
(Ed: I must admit, with the photos taken out of context this way, Cuddy totally looks like she's flirting her supertanker ass off with House. Which she is. Any right-minded H/C fan would say so!)
Cuddy: You're going to have to get someone from the CIA to call and confirm your story, or you're doing eight clinic hours and Wilson is doing sixteen. And at least seven of those you're going to spend in my bed. In a row. The last hour - well, I may deign to allow you to worship the ground I walk on...
House: I was in the Hamptons. I was helping some rich hedge-fund jerk treat his son's sniffles. Fascinating as that sounds. It's not as fascinating as the time you started molesting me under the table during a board meeting...
Cuddy: (sighs) I wish we could have sex right now. *sadface*
Cuddy: For your honesty, I will forgive your hours. If you will forgive the fact that we haven't ripped each other's clothes off in public by now. Damn my self-restraint!
House: (nods, looking suitably grateful) Thank you. For never letting me have to imagine you in dominatrix gear. I'll meet you in the car park in two seconds. All that disturbingly sexy leather is still in my boot...
[House turns away, not quite sure if she's playing along. It doesn't really matter, anyway. He's pretty certain she'll jump him the second they get behind closed doors...]
Cuddy: Noooo! (House turns back.) We do things my way, or not at all. Go to your office and chain yourself to the whiteboard!
Cuddy: The only thing less likely than your helping the CIA is your helping some rich guy in Long Island. You're doing your hours, and Wilson's. Which makes a full 24 hours in my bed. As my sex slave, if you please.
House: I know how to kill a man with my thumb. And a woman - namely you - with my piercing, sexy blue eyes.
Cuddy: Who doesn't? I'll show you a few things about 'death by thumb'...
[House, as always, is surprised by how Cuddy still manages to surprise him. Put on your seatbelts - it's going to be a bumpy night...]
- Remarkably inappropriate sex-filled dialogue aside, I thought this scene was made of so much awesome. Really. I loved seeing Cuddy kick House's ass into next Tuesday, while still being completely no-nonsense - "Who doesn't?" LOL, LE's reading of that line is made of WIN. And as I've said before, I love how he looks a tiny bit blindsided after that. Ah, the possibilities...
And, finally. I've also seen the trailer for House 4x07. OH MAN. I think I take back all my griping about the lack of angstiness. I've always wondered what would happen if the House writing team, already friggin' brilliant as is, gives itself more free rein and finds insanely crazy, smart ways to explore and change the show's tried-and-true set-up (identify a POTW who's dying fast, come close to killing him quicker than he'd have died, at least six times, and miraculously fixing him at the end, unless he's a her with a bad bra and Foreman didn't catch that). So since this season is evidently the Season of the Freewheeling, they've officially hit (approximately) Season 6/7 of the X-Files, when they got to mess around with the formula but have crazy amounts of fun doing it. The XF has already done something similar (X-Cops leaps to mind, and it's brilliant), but I can't WAIT to see the House team go nuts and stretch themselves all over and past an already very creative map. WAHEY!!!
I love this show I do.