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I need a punching bag. Or someone to punch. The Talia thing is still bugging me, and I need to physically lash out at something. Not an option, however, so I'll just write up the review of "Life of the Party."
Basically, the plot ran something like this: Lorne wants to hold a Halloween party at W & H. Angel doesn't want a Halloween party, especially not for clients, because the clients are unrepentantly evil. Knox talks about how great the last Halloween bash was, when a bunch of cows were burned alive. Eve--the blonde Darla-lookalike who is the middleman between the Angel Gang and the Senior Partners--wants to have sex with Angel, but Angel doesn't seem to be very interested. Oh, and morale at W & H sucks, according to Harmony, "because no one knows if they are going to get the axe, or...you know...going to get the AXE."
I watched half of it, and it was so boring that I fell asleep. Not DeKnight's best work.
If Angel had been any more wooden last night, he would have been a sequoia. And ho-hum, yet another blonde has sex with Angel. At least Eve's life was not magically transformed after she did the horizontal lambada with him.
I felt sorry for poor Lorne. I mean, he's supported the Angel Gang for five seasons now. That support cost him customers, livelihood and, on three occasions, the destruction of his club, Caritas. For God's sake, he got beheaded in Pylea. He helped take care of Angel's son, which Angel remembers even if Lorne doesn't. He has been friend, supporter and guide for five long years...and now, when he wants a party, Lorne has to beg.
Not enough Spike. I say this simply because Angel was so broody and wooden that I prayed something would force him to interact with Angel.
Things I read about but didn't see:
Drunk! Wes.
Charles Gunn, marking his territory by peeing on Angel's chair.
I think he's losing his humanity, between the cat thing and the instant lawyer knowledge. Probably not going to notice till it's gone, though. And I can just see Spike materializing, sniffing, and looking incredulously at Gunn. "Since when did YOU become a demon?"
"What are you talking about? I'm no demon?"
"Uh, yeah, hate to tell you, but you are. Really easy to tell when you're dead--or undead. But hey, I mean, no big deal, right, Charlie-m'-boy? I've been a demon for a hundred and twenty years or so, and in some ways it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Of course, the people I killed wouldn't think I was the best thing that ever happened to them, but--"
"Would you shut UP?!"
"Touchy, touchy...honestly, try to have a demon- to-demon conversation with some people and see where it gets you."
Arg. Tired. Not surprising, since I've had all of three hours sleep in the past 48. Good night.
Basically, the plot ran something like this: Lorne wants to hold a Halloween party at W & H. Angel doesn't want a Halloween party, especially not for clients, because the clients are unrepentantly evil. Knox talks about how great the last Halloween bash was, when a bunch of cows were burned alive. Eve--the blonde Darla-lookalike who is the middleman between the Angel Gang and the Senior Partners--wants to have sex with Angel, but Angel doesn't seem to be very interested. Oh, and morale at W & H sucks, according to Harmony, "because no one knows if they are going to get the axe, or...you know...going to get the AXE."
I watched half of it, and it was so boring that I fell asleep. Not DeKnight's best work.
If Angel had been any more wooden last night, he would have been a sequoia. And ho-hum, yet another blonde has sex with Angel. At least Eve's life was not magically transformed after she did the horizontal lambada with him.
I felt sorry for poor Lorne. I mean, he's supported the Angel Gang for five seasons now. That support cost him customers, livelihood and, on three occasions, the destruction of his club, Caritas. For God's sake, he got beheaded in Pylea. He helped take care of Angel's son, which Angel remembers even if Lorne doesn't. He has been friend, supporter and guide for five long years...and now, when he wants a party, Lorne has to beg.
Not enough Spike. I say this simply because Angel was so broody and wooden that I prayed something would force him to interact with Angel.
Things I read about but didn't see:
Drunk! Wes.
Charles Gunn, marking his territory by peeing on Angel's chair.
I think he's losing his humanity, between the cat thing and the instant lawyer knowledge. Probably not going to notice till it's gone, though. And I can just see Spike materializing, sniffing, and looking incredulously at Gunn. "Since when did YOU become a demon?"
"What are you talking about? I'm no demon?"
"Uh, yeah, hate to tell you, but you are. Really easy to tell when you're dead--or undead. But hey, I mean, no big deal, right, Charlie-m'-boy? I've been a demon for a hundred and twenty years or so, and in some ways it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Of course, the people I killed wouldn't think I was the best thing that ever happened to them, but--"
"Would you shut UP?!"
"Touchy, touchy...honestly, try to have a demon- to-demon conversation with some people and see where it gets you."
Arg. Tired. Not surprising, since I've had all of three hours sleep in the past 48. Good night.