TW 1x07 - Greeks Bearing Gifts
- Interesting that Owen's determined to keep their affair out in the open, at least as far as the team is concerned. And that Gwen seems to have drawn a firm line within which she is guilt-free and quite happy. I don't think a lot of her is left on the other side of that line. Poor Rhys. And poor Tosh. HE RUINED HER COMPUTER. If this relationship makes Gwen become as thoughtless and immature as Owen, I will be Highly Displeased.
- Whoooooa with the lightning-fast backstory.
- I'm not sure I buy any of this, it reeks of retcon and coincidence, but I love that Tosh just wants someone to babble at about her work and how interesting it all is. She's the best kind of geek. And she's very drunk. Hee.
- On second thoughts, I think that this premise for a Tosh-episode is a very good one. Telepathy and intellectual curiosity and what I think is Tosh's suppressed brand of emotional desperation. This is going to be interesting.
- ZOMG. AND SO IT IS. I like this new writer, this Toby Someone. Bastard little kids. This is so much better than bags of meat and smelly grass.
- Lesbian telepathic sex sounds cheap and stupid but my god, all they're doing is talking and nodding and it's disturbingly hot. Cue kissing, not nearly as gratutious as the Gwen/Carys, good. Cue Tosh looking lonely. CUE MYSTERY WOMAN IN HILARIOUS ROBE AND CIGARETTE. Oh, dahling.
- And here comes the stink of retcon again. Owen and Tosh? What? I mean, sure, unrequited crush, but they could have set it up a little better than one resentful glance last episode. Sloppy, sloppy.
- ...*googles Philoctetes* This would be the Trojan War tie-in, I assume. Though I admit the reference is a bit obscure for me to see the parallels just at the moment.
- And click. Fear becomes wonder. This is good; this is real, this is, I'm pretty sure, what I'd be doing if I came into possession of that thing. Just...listening.
- WELL, SHITE. I am always impressed by the quality of the bit-part acting on both DW and Torchwood, and this is no exception, a genuinely frightening portrait of homicidal insanity that's quiet, comfortable, mundane.
- Owen and Gwen cnfjkhdhsd stop confusing me, Torchwood. Now I like them again. A lot.
- So: this is a very interesting episode, and I like it, but I don't like the fact that they're setting Tosh up to become even more marginalised and lonely and closed-off than before. What good is going to come of this? Really? Mary's going out of her way to make Tosh feel like she's useless to, and disliked by, everyone but her. And that's not just going to snap back after the inevitable betrayal. I'm sure everyone will make an effort to be nice, realise that she feels left out, blah blah, but it's character sadism and I'm not quite convinced that it's justified.
- "Because obviously that would have been weird." Dammit, I'd almost talked myself out of RPing Owen, and now I'm all keen again. Even if he thinks in lines from fanfic, the twit. Don't think about her palm at the base of my spine, her hand in my hair. <-- Dude, seriously.
- Oh, okay, Gwen actually has remorse. Good?
- OH. OH. FUCKING AWESOME. JACK CAN FEEL IT. Or at least he's got some kind of shield thing going. Curiouser and curiouser.
- Oh, thank God for the sense of Tosh. Pity the new girlfriend's an evil alien. Now she and Jack can share stories about sleeping with non-human lifeforms! (I'd make some comment about how this one is obviously a lesbian alien because of all the tentacles, but that would be cheap.) Blah blah tragic childhood, political prisoner. SHE'S A LYING WHORE, TOSH.
- This montage would be so much more effective without Jack. Shoo, Jack. Nobody cares about your deep sighs and your love of tall buildings just right now. More CSI!Owen, plz.
- I find it completely implausible that just listening to the depravity of people could have broken Tosh so much that she doesn't bat an eye at Mary's switch from I WILL NEVER GO THERE to GET ME INTO TORCHWOOD, and that's all I'm saying. I'll stick with premise over execution, I think.
- Mary just said 'lover', and thus I will feel not even the smallest twinge of loss when Jack kills her with the stapler. Or whatever. Ugh.
- Thank God also for the sense of Jack! And the sense of Owen! And Ianto's...glaring ability. Ianto, Ianto. You are so useless.
- Whoa. I was going to make a comment about the sudden descent into awful dialogue and then it shot up into realms of intense cleverness. The doubletalk in this scene is fantastic.
- And he did kill her with the stapler! There you go. Now she and Ianto can Bond over the fact that Jack killed their evil girlfriends.
- OH, BAD FORM, OWEN. Ragging on her for overhearing thoughts about their affair when you're the one making obvious comments about it at every opportunity? Bad form.
- Gwen & Toshiko! Guilt-ridden bff! There should be bracelets! I'm still miffed at the pace of this emotional manipulation, but I'm buying this ending much more than I bought 'Cyberwoman'. I think Tosh will be okay. I hope she does find love again. That was possibly the best thing Gwen could have said.
- And to finish off, the requisite emotional debrief with the Captain. La la. Good shot about his mind feeling dead, though.
- Apropos of nothing, I feel as though I should have counted the aerial shots of Cardiff. I think there were at least twice as many as usual in this episode.
- And Next Week, On Torchwood: Jesus Christ, they just stole an entire Wire in the Blood episode. No, I'm serious. HAHAH. I've seen that panning-up shot to the bloody words before. And the people on the bed. (Although hey! Suzie! YAY.)