H E A R T (SPN 2x17)
This is quit possibly the best episode I've ever seen.
Nothing I say will do this justice. I know people have problems with it. I can see why.
But, for me, oh. Oh, this was beautiful.
I really love when fiction manages to reach across the gap and seem real. When it stops making compromises. When we're presented with the hard fact - and fact it is - that sometimes, sometimes, there isn't a way out. There isn't a happy ending, there is no salvation. I'd been warned not to watch this because it would break my heart - and it did. And I don't remember the last time fiction did that. It's happened, I know this, but just now HEART overshadows those memories. This episode made me feel. Not the brief, illusory emotions that's the reason most people even watch television. Really feel, really ache. Perhaps you have to be a pisces to appreciate how that is a good thing. Take my word for it.
I am not going to take the episode apart. I could, and there are points of criticism, yes. I'm not going to do that. I'll let this stand, as it does, as an imperfect, small masterpiece of storytelling.
The images I am left with; Maddison's eyes when she smiles, the way she and Sam look at one another as the sun comes up, Dean pumping his fist in the air (even in the darkest episodes, there is always a moment when Dean makes me smile), Sam biting Maddi, Sam and Maddi sleeping in bed together, the way Dean looks at Sam right before he takes the gun out of Madison's hand, the way Dean says his name, Sam's last brokenhearted look at Dean, the last teardrop.
And yes, I give. For the first time, I liked Sam best.
(Michie - please, please cap Maddi and Sam in bed together, sleeping. I think that might be the single most beautiful image I have seen yet in SPN.)
Nothing I say will do this justice. I know people have problems with it. I can see why.
But, for me, oh. Oh, this was beautiful.
I really love when fiction manages to reach across the gap and seem real. When it stops making compromises. When we're presented with the hard fact - and fact it is - that sometimes, sometimes, there isn't a way out. There isn't a happy ending, there is no salvation. I'd been warned not to watch this because it would break my heart - and it did. And I don't remember the last time fiction did that. It's happened, I know this, but just now HEART overshadows those memories. This episode made me feel. Not the brief, illusory emotions that's the reason most people even watch television. Really feel, really ache. Perhaps you have to be a pisces to appreciate how that is a good thing. Take my word for it.
I am not going to take the episode apart. I could, and there are points of criticism, yes. I'm not going to do that. I'll let this stand, as it does, as an imperfect, small masterpiece of storytelling.
The images I am left with; Maddison's eyes when she smiles, the way she and Sam look at one another as the sun comes up, Dean pumping his fist in the air (even in the darkest episodes, there is always a moment when Dean makes me smile), Sam biting Maddi, Sam and Maddi sleeping in bed together, the way Dean looks at Sam right before he takes the gun out of Madison's hand, the way Dean says his name, Sam's last brokenhearted look at Dean, the last teardrop.
And yes, I give. For the first time, I liked Sam best.
(Michie - please, please cap Maddi and Sam in bed together, sleeping. I think that might be the single most beautiful image I have seen yet in SPN.)