Rarely have I been so unexpectedly over- and underwhelmed within two hours.
heroes:
Oh, my good gracious. Mr. Bennett--yeah. When I first started watching this show, I was deeply concerned with Niki (never mind Hiro, everybody loves Hiro, let's just assume, okay). Now, yeah, Mr. Bennett is definitely the most compelling character for me.
He's like the anti-John Winchester! Not completely, but with regards to how he enacts his devotion to his family, and what "family first" means for him.
For John, it's "family that was destroyed first, foremost, forever and don't you EVER fucking forget your mother is DEAD and the only thing we live for now is VENGEANCE."
For Mr. Bennett it's "family that IS, WAS, WILL BE first and FOREVER." He's like a robot programmed to PROTECT PROTECT PROTECT. And it's kind of creepy, but his desperation is utterly compelling too. Plus the whole "company man" concept (which is probably why the episode was called that, hi).
Anyway. I started crying when he was talking to Eric Roberts, and just kind of gushed when the Haitian (does he have a name? I don't really watch this show too closely) walked past Claire and got ready to shoot him.
Blah blah blah radiationcakes.
the black donnellys:
Wow. That was pretty bad.
I think I'll just rotate Boondock Saints (for the brotherliness), The Departed (for the organised crime'n'violence and token Irish/Italian angst), and Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang (for the unreliable narrator) instead of watching more of this watered down Dawson's Creek anemic pop punk dreck.
Um. I liked the song at the end? And the car that ran over Jimmy's leg?
eta: Ha.
A hundred other people who didn't like TBD either.
That is all.
Bye.