This year, "Supernatural" is preceded by "The Flash," the CW's biggest hit, which has three times the budget of the older show. On my DVR, there is always the last minute or two of the Flash. While not as ludicrously funny as last year's "The Originals," it's getting old listening to the sleek eevvilll dude mutter at some creature or another.
This week's episode had many plot threads intertwining. Some let the audience know the show knows the outstanding questions that have been around for a a long time. The foremost one being, what happens to the angel's human vessel? Castiel has been in Jimmy Novak--tee hee, I'm twelve--for six years. This writer has assumed that Jimmy Novak was killed the first or second time Cas was killed in Season 5. "Like a bowl of chunky soup," as Chuck Shurley described it. There's a lot of plot in this episode, so to try to stay with me, okay?
It's the Shondells - the white girl version!
"Girls, Girls, Girls", written by the estimable Robert Berens and directed by Robert Singer* is first about demons forcing human females into prostitution, and using them to lure clients into signing over their souls. Berens is particularly adept at writing female characters. And there are plenty of them, which is a change of pace.
And the episode asks, how fucked up is Dean right now? Some fans complain that this season the writers don't seem to know what to do about Sam, but I strongly disagree. In Season 3, Dean's going to hell drove the season. Since then:
4. Sam drank demon blood; Dean was tormented about his brother
5. Sam turned into Lucifer; Dean was tormented about his brother
6. Sam came back from Hell without his soul; Dean was tormented about his brother
7. Sam went crazy; Dean was tormented about his brother
8. Sam hit a dog and had the dullest flashbacks imaginable, then went through the Three Trials and nearly died; Dean was tormented about his brother (and a flicker of PTSD from being in Purgatory)
9. Sam got possessed by an angel, then was too pissed at Dean to speak to him through much of the season; Dean was tormented about his brother and, well pretty much everything.
I grant you, there are long stretches during the last two seasons where Sam's usefulness to the story was gone and he got Castiel's job of standing around watching the exposition. And last year he got knocked out and tied up almost every episode. Huh? Jared Padalecki is so big that if he stood up straight in front of an opponent they'd back away, saying, "Sorry, dude, uh, I gotta--gotta--byee!" But the guy's got a glass jaw, as they say. One punch to the chin and down he goes.
So why not have Sam being tormented about his brother? It's a nice change. Besides, Sam is fun, giving Dean shit as only a little brother can.
THEN: A series of scenes throughout the series about witches and how their magic involves too many body fluids. Tiny Crazed Marine! Angel stuff.
NOW: A young blonde hooker is running down an alley from someone. Her boot heel snaps off, she grabs it and keeps running. DUN!!! Her pimp stands before her, grinning.
This is actually Genevieve Padalecki in a blonde wig...don't tell anybody.
She stabs him in the eye with her boot heel. You go, girl!! It doesn't phase him. He snaps her neck. 'Doh!
Sam and Dean sit in a steakhouse. To my astonishment, Sam has a big ole steak in front of him. Did he already eat the salad? Is this out of character? I'M STARTING A META! Whoops. Sorry.
Dean's phone is pinging away. “Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?” Dean attempts to dodge the question, claiming it's “monster stuff.” Sam grabs Dean’s phone and discovers that his brother has a dating app. There's a picture of Dean, with his real name and location. Dean, what is wrong with you? Don't you know that anyone can come in the bunker by now?
"Impala 1967..." Thanks, Jared, I just came.
“There’s like a million messages here,” Sam says, from a woman named Shaylene. The problems I had with this and the following scene are 1) since when has Dean had to drive any distance for nookie? 2) he's done it with plenty of hookers, and so has Sam. Thank God you suddenly developed standards in time for the plot device, Bowlegs. It's a fun, brotherly scene.
Meanwhile, Castiel and Hannah are holed up in the motel room. They exposit that most of the rogue angels have been rounded up, which begs the question, now what is Cas going to do with himself? Meanwhile, Hannah strips down and announces she's going to take a shower.
Sorry, gang, this is only gratuitous angel nudity I have to offer this go-round.
"Castiel, are you displeased that I am not Dean?"
Dean is about to do the beast with two backs with Shaylene. But she's a prostitute. For payment, she wants Dean's soul. Not again, Dean groans inside. When her pimp shows up with the paperwork, the Winchesters are waiting. "Winchesters," he drawls. Can they keep a straight face at the table read when an actor says this any more? Shaylene stabs him. Dead Pimp worked for Raul's Girls, a whorehouse. It's forced prostitution, hookers working for souls. Why don't they use demon hookers? I don't know. And where's the demon blade? There must be a warehouse full of angel blades somewhere.
Raul, sporting a nifty eyepatch, is issuing a command to his minion to beat the shit out of a recalcitrant prostitute (like we need more proof he's scum?). The door opens, and a small redheaded woman with Morticia Addams eye makeup, in a long black dress enters. "Is this Raul's Gels?" she asks in a thick Scottish accent...hmmmm...
I knew there was something fishy about that lead singer...
She's Rowena, a powerful witch who looks to be this season's Big Bad. Damn. I had so hoped Dean would be the Big Bad. Maybe he can be the Medium Bad? She's awfully tiny to be a big bad. But wow, she's fierce. She tosses Raul a hex bag, and he barfs up more crude oil than the Alaska pipeline. His fellow demon smokes out and the host body drops dead. Answering the what-happens-to-the-demon-possessed side, perhaps? She leaves with the remaining hookers, and the trio go to dinner at a fancy restaurant. When the waiter gets snotty, she puts a spell on him. Instantly, it's a 10-course tasting meal, on the house. Scottish actress Ruth Connell's performance verges on drag queen. An extremely dangerous wee drag queen. Rowena's a flirty sociopath.
She is recruiting for a new coven. The other two women are eager to join, even when Rowena kills the waiter for what seems to be no reason.
We might have our new Magnus!
Once Hannah is dressed, she starts to check out of the motel but is stopped by her vessel's husband, who addresses her as "Caroline." She babbles out a lie that she left him for Cas, then gives Cas a big, wet kiss that leaves Cas shaken (and probably with a boner) and her husband devastated. The angels split.
Sam finds the hex bag and spell on a web page that says "Bind and Purge." There are a lot of illustrations, which makes it a little odd when Sam says only the witch who created it--Rowena--knows the spell. It's right in front you, isn't it?
Meanwhile, a big biker demon is tied to a chair in a devil's trap, being doused with holy water by--TINY CRAZED MARINE! Who, if anything, looks another decade older than he did in his last appearance. Stress will do that to you. I'm still wondering if he killed that librarian from "Reichenbach". Collateral damage and all that. Not much happens, but we know Tiny Crazed Marine is here and shit will get real. Only it kinda doesn't.
Caroline, Hannah's vessel, is still in there. When she saw her husband, she screamed at Hannah that she wanted her life back. Hannah agrees with the original mission, that humans come first. To that end, she leaves, and Caroline wakes up in Castiel's arms. "Castiel?" she says. It must be noted that Hannah is a tiny little angel. None of the huge roaring and white light that's accompanied all other angel comings and goings. But it's a lovely image. (How's Cas's borrowed grace going? When are we going to see Metatron again?)
"It's going to be such a relief not to have a clitoris any more."
After she leaves, Castiel gets back in the pimpmobile. He takes out his laptop and looks up Jimmy Novak. There are several pictures of different Jimmys (including one of JN as "Employee of the Year") and a picture of Jimmy with MISSING under it. "Where's the porn?" Castiel wonders.
Rowena and her coven-ettes are lounging at a hotel when two demons show up to drag them to Crowley. Who, in an earlier scene, is aggravated that Raul and Demon #2 opened a brother to collect souls.
Demon #2: "Raul said, your decree last month, soul deals way down after the war with Abaddon? He said that you were looking at proactive and out of the box strategies to get numbers back up."
Crowley: "So you and your half-wit pal threw me into the sex trade? I'm evil. That's just tacky." Hee.
Demons come to drag Rowena and her coven-ettes to hell, but the Winchesters show up. Rowena puts a spell on the blonde woman that turns her into a human attack dog. Dean runs after Rowena while Sam locks Pit Bull Blonde in a closet. Dean catches up to Rowena and puts the gun to her head, while the other coven-ette runs away--
"Put the gun down, Deano." It's Tiny Crazed Marine. That line alone made me want him to die. Dean puts down the gun, the witch scrambles out of there.
First, Dean tries to make nice with Cole, saying he's not a demon any more. And that Cole's dad was a monster. Doesn't work. Dean and TCM go at it. Honestly, Travis Aaron Wade looks ridiculous in a fighting crouch, in part because then he barely clears Jensen Ackle's belt buckle. Lots of punching and kicking guns out of the way. For me, the best part was this:
Tiny Crazed Marine is bested. But Dean is the better (?) man. He hands Cole his own gun, and proceeds to give a speech. Cole's father was a monster, which ate human livers. Dean has never seen such a monster before or since. That sounds incredibly lame. I was hoping Tiny Crazed Marine would yell, "My father HATED liver," take a shot, miss, and then get knocked out. But no, he stares at Dean with big, teary eyes, with "I wuvved dead Da-Da" as Dean goes on about how he went into the darkness and was brought back by "people who loved me." But "I'm past saving," he goes on. Sam gives Tiny Crazed Marine--Crazed No Longer--a pep talk about family. Staring at Dean, he says, "You family needs you. Whole." OUCH! Fucking anvil. Cole gets into his Hummer and drives off.
What? A guy spends his entire life on a quest for vengeance and gives it up because of a teary smear of self-pity and a pep talk? WHAT? Farewell, Tiny Crazed Marine, we barely knew ye. He's going home to one pissed-off wife. "Now that your quest for revenge is over, you better get a damn job!" There's a possibility he'll be back, either because he realizes how lame that scene was, or he turns into the same never-before-seen monster his father was.
After the break, Sam asks if Dean meant that part about being "past saving." I hope so, but I know Sam disagrees with me.
Crowley is taken to the witch, who has been tortured. Rowena is hanging by chains, bloodied but just as nasty. "Are you the King of Lilliput?" Crowley stares at her. She goads him, "Cat got your tongue?" and meows. It's great.
Crowley says, "Mother?" AND into credits!
Next week, Sheriff Jody Mills and a new partner join Sam and Dean for "Hibbing 911."
Random Thoughts:
I loved the phone scene. But honestly? They both look a little old to be doing this. Marie was on to something.
Sorry I slagged off Rowena in "Soul Survivor." She's a welcome addition. Crowley is going to be soooo whipped.
Also sorry that Hannah is gone. I didn't care one way or another whether or not she and Cas hooked up. The less angel war, the more badonkadonk, the better.
*After 10 years, how do you "direct" an episode? Is it just pointing and nodding your head by now?
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Friday, November 28, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Personal Post: Our trip to Europe, Days 1 & 2 - Drugs Are Not Always My Friend
So! On October 25, we traveled to Europe to be in London for our wedding anniversary, and then Paris for my birthday. We have never been to Europe together. Jeff's family traveled extensively, and I lived in London during my late teens/early twenties before I was deported. Long story. We were total tourists; had sent me two Rick Steves guides for my birthday. Jeff had one or the other with him at all times, and we weren't afraid to stand on the street going "buh?" as we found our way around.
We flew on Virgin Atlantic. Since I despise flying, I insisted we book Premium Economy, which is worth EVERY PENNY. Large leather seats, more legroom, everything free. If we were drinkers we would have made out like bandits. It's probably their equivalent to Business Class, which we've never flown. Also individual tvs and great meals on plates with real utensils. When we boarded, we were offered free champagne, but we chose orange juice instead. Rather than the red eye, we decided to spend Saturday traveling, leaving around 7 AM and getting in somewhere around 8. Don't ask me--I was so bombed on drugs I could have been in New Jersey. We checked in at the Windermere Hotel on Warwick Way, south-west London near Victoria Station. The underground looked EXACTLY the way I remembered it. The entire street was hotels! This photograph is not mine; it shows the front of the hotel.
Our room was at the very top. I knew European hotel rooms are tiny, so I reserved a "superior double." Look at all of that space to luxuriate in!
The door is about a foot away, and there is a teeny shelf called a "desk".
The bathroom had a skylight!! It felt like the height of luxury. The one problem was that there were no bars in the shower, so Jeff had to help me in and out. Our view was of the council housing (in New York, housing projects for the poor) outside. I smashed into the bed while Jeff went for a walk around the hotel.
Sorry for the blurriness. You can see the council housing behind the hotel
Jeff's pictures are much sharper; I might have to snag them off Facebook. Anyway, you can see the council housing behind us. We're in the tiny rooms on the top.
There was a little restaurant below ground. Every morning they offered a "full English breakfast": eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, grilled tomato, mushrooms and baked beans. There was also a little buffet of cereal and fruit salad. We did mixes of the English breakfast every morning. Except you couldn't pay me to eat the baked beans. I ate beans on toast and spaghetti on toast constantly when I lived there.
Our first day, we arranged to meet a friend of Jeff's at a traditional restaurant called Brown's, which has locations all over the place. We wanted the roast and Yorkshire pudding. I should warn you now, there are no pictures of food. We got hopelessly lost, and were extremely late. Andrew, Jeff's friend, was too damned gracious! I kept insisting they sit next to each other, because it was so loud. Andrew was so polite, "oh, no, no, you stay right there."
What Andrew didn't know was that I was still drunk from the drugs. Shortly after this picture was taken, I fell asleep at the table! Even THEN Andrew insisted I sit between them! The food wasn't very good. I wanted the pork roast, which they were out of, so I had chicken. Jeff said his mother made much better Yorkshire pudding. After that we ate at ethnic restaurants or suggestions from the guidebook.
Yours truly, about to faceplant into the Yorkshire pudding
I had to ask Jeff what we did for the rest of the day. He says we went to Covent Garden, which I have no memory of. We walked all day, so I was happy to smash into the bed again. As an American, I'm slightly grossed out by there being a white bottom sheet and a large white duvet with no top sheet. It was the same in both hotels. Why? Especially with the high stain risk?
Glad to finally get this posted!!!!
We flew on Virgin Atlantic. Since I despise flying, I insisted we book Premium Economy, which is worth EVERY PENNY. Large leather seats, more legroom, everything free. If we were drinkers we would have made out like bandits. It's probably their equivalent to Business Class, which we've never flown. Also individual tvs and great meals on plates with real utensils. When we boarded, we were offered free champagne, but we chose orange juice instead. Rather than the red eye, we decided to spend Saturday traveling, leaving around 7 AM and getting in somewhere around 8. Don't ask me--I was so bombed on drugs I could have been in New Jersey. We checked in at the Windermere Hotel on Warwick Way, south-west London near Victoria Station. The underground looked EXACTLY the way I remembered it. The entire street was hotels! This photograph is not mine; it shows the front of the hotel.
Our room was at the very top. I knew European hotel rooms are tiny, so I reserved a "superior double." Look at all of that space to luxuriate in!
The door is about a foot away, and there is a teeny shelf called a "desk".
The bathroom had a skylight!! It felt like the height of luxury. The one problem was that there were no bars in the shower, so Jeff had to help me in and out. Our view was of the council housing (in New York, housing projects for the poor) outside. I smashed into the bed while Jeff went for a walk around the hotel.
Sorry for the blurriness. You can see the council housing behind the hotel
Jeff's pictures are much sharper; I might have to snag them off Facebook. Anyway, you can see the council housing behind us. We're in the tiny rooms on the top.
There was a little restaurant below ground. Every morning they offered a "full English breakfast": eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, grilled tomato, mushrooms and baked beans. There was also a little buffet of cereal and fruit salad. We did mixes of the English breakfast every morning. Except you couldn't pay me to eat the baked beans. I ate beans on toast and spaghetti on toast constantly when I lived there.
Our first day, we arranged to meet a friend of Jeff's at a traditional restaurant called Brown's, which has locations all over the place. We wanted the roast and Yorkshire pudding. I should warn you now, there are no pictures of food. We got hopelessly lost, and were extremely late. Andrew, Jeff's friend, was too damned gracious! I kept insisting they sit next to each other, because it was so loud. Andrew was so polite, "oh, no, no, you stay right there."
What Andrew didn't know was that I was still drunk from the drugs. Shortly after this picture was taken, I fell asleep at the table! Even THEN Andrew insisted I sit between them! The food wasn't very good. I wanted the pork roast, which they were out of, so I had chicken. Jeff said his mother made much better Yorkshire pudding. After that we ate at ethnic restaurants or suggestions from the guidebook.
Yours truly, about to faceplant into the Yorkshire pudding
I had to ask Jeff what we did for the rest of the day. He says we went to Covent Garden, which I have no memory of. We walked all day, so I was happy to smash into the bed again. As an American, I'm slightly grossed out by there being a white bottom sheet and a large white duvet with no top sheet. It was the same in both hotels. Why? Especially with the high stain risk?
Glad to finally get this posted!!!!
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Friday, November 21, 2014
What Ho, Winchesters! Review, Supernatural Season 10, Episode 6, "Ask Jeeves"
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Carry On, My Wayward Winchesters: Review, Supernatural Season 10, Episode 5, "Fan Fiction"
When Jeremy Carver said that the 200th episode of "Supernatural" was a "love letter to the fans," groans could be heard throughout the land. Then came the promo stills of a girls' high school. High school girls doing a musical about "Supernatural". One fan tweeted it beforehand with the hashtag #Atrocity. The knives were sharpened and ready.
This was the Internet's response after seeing "Fan Fiction," written by Robbie Thompson and directed by Phil Scgriccia.
My twitter timeline exploded. I rewatched three times in a row until my eyes felt like boiled eggs. This is "Supernatural: The Musical" in the best possible sense.
I'm stumped as to how to properly review this episode. It is packed with in-jokes, fan references, and more meta than you can shake a wooden stake at. Maybe I should have asked a non-fan to do it, because God knows, I'm biased.
A throwaway line from Sam wondering if there's anything there besides "The Charlie Kaufman of it all," is a brilliant reference to the film Adaptation, written by Charlie Kaufman about a blocked screenwriter named Charlie Kaufman (Nicholas Cage) who is trying to write an adaptation of the (real) non-fiction book The Orchid Thief. It is trippy and hilarious, rather like "Fan Fiction."
THEN:
NOW: In a high school auditorium, a group of Catholic school girls are rehearsing "Supernatural: The Musical." Marie (Katie Sarife), the director, is a tiny tyrant who stomps around in a director's beret (but no jodhpurs), accompanied by her technical director, Maeve (Joy Regullano, marvelously deadpan). The rehearsal turns stormy and the drama teacher slams out, vowing to shut down the show. "Theater is life!" she yells into her cell phone. "Why couldn't they put on Godspell like good little skanks?" Suddenly, a giant scarecrow creature wraps its vines around her and they vanish. Marie is looking at a cheaply made marquee sign saying "Supernatural." "It needs something," she says:
The only one they missed is my favorite, Season 4. Dang.
We first see Dean in a tight t-shirt, cleaning Baby's fire-red engine, drinking a cup of coffee and standing like a male model, which is obviously intentional, playing on fandom's obsession with Jensen Ackles.
"Worship my unreal beauty, slaves."
Sam steps out in a v-neck layer, hair oddly flat. It remains that way throughout the episode--one clanging wrong note. But since my dream is to take down Jared Padelecki in a flying tackle, I'm giving it a pass. Both actors get to display their comic chops, particularly Ackles. Dean wants to work, so they speed off to the school where the teacher disappeared.
They enter the auditorium only to see a girl with a trucker's cap and glue-on beard practicing saying "idjits." Horrified, the brothers watch a young girl dressed as "Dean," with blond wig and painted on facial hair launch into a song called "The Road So Far" about the beginning of their lives. The camera tilts and swings as the Winchesters stare at the stage, replicating their brains imploding.
Sam starts to say, "I think it's charming--" but is stopped by Dean's glare. Sam was briefly a "theater kid" who acted in high school staple 'Our Town,' and did tech for 'Oklahoma'. Marie thinks they're publishers, disappointed that they are merely "FBI hunters." Sam sees the "Winchesters" onstage holding out FBI badges, so he quickly stuffs his into his pocket and introduces them: "I'm Agent Smith, and this is Agent..." "Smith," Dean finishes. "No relation."
Marie and Maeve are not impressed.
Dean: "There is no singing in Supernatural! If there was singing, and that’s a big if, if there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap!" Sam: (under his breath) "Andrew Lloyd Webber." Apparently this was improvised.
"We're teddy bear doctors!"
To keep his brother from completely losing it, Sam suggests he go with Maeve and Dean go with Marie to look in the teacher's office for cursed objects. As Dean walks backstage, he sees "Sam" and "Dean" leaning against the prop Impala, talking. When he asks what that is:
Marie: “They’re rehearsing the B.M. scene."
Dean: “The bowel movement scene?"
Marie: “No, the boy melodrama scene. You know, the scene where the boys get together and they’re driving or leaning against Baby, drinking a beer, sharing their feelings. The two of them, alone but together, bonded."
Sam goes to up to the tech booth. He starts to reminisce about his days as a techie, but Maeve shuts him down and leaves, warning him, "Don't touch anything." Of course, Sam starts playing with the lights until the actors stare at him with "what the hell?" all over their faces.
When Dean and Marie go into the teacher's office (I demand to know who posed as Shakespeare holding a jackalope's instead of Yorik's skull), Dean puts his hand on a spaceship helmet. Marie says since the Carver Edlund books had such an unfinished ending, Dean with Lisa and Sam back from Hell, she wrote her own ending. Dean: “You wrote your own ending? With spaceships?"
Marie: “And robots. And some ninjas...and then Dean becomes a woman." BWAHHAAAHAA! Since I'm not a fan of anything except Supernatural crack, I love that line. You could consider this whole episode (or most of it) as crack if you wanted to. Which I want to. Marie defends it as "transformative fiction," which is an argument in fandom as old as time.
Dean tells her what really happened. This is done in a long, unbroken tracking shot as they walk back to the auditorium. “Sam came back from Hell, but without his soul. Then Cas brought in a bunch of Leviathans from Purgatory. They lost Bobby. And then Cas and Dean got stuck in Purgatory. Sam hit a dog. They met a prophet named Kevin, they lost him too. Then Sam underwent a series of trials in an attempt to close the Gates of Hell, which nearly cost him his life. And Dean became a demon, Knight of Hell actually." He finishes with a proud smile. Marie says that is the worst fanfiction she has ever heard, and says she needs to send him links (hee!)
Sam remarks that besides "the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I don't see a case." Of course they are leaning against Baby. The brothers also find out about "Destiel." Going back to the car, Sam observes, "Shouldn't it be DEEstiel?" Despite the elder Winchester's freaking out, Sam muses, "Samstiel. Sastiel. CasDean?" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"
When the actress playing "Sam" quits, despite Marie's pleas, she is also taken by the monster. I'm going to skip ahead before this entire review turns into a moment by moment recap. Suffice to say they discover that the monster behind all of this is Calliope, the Muse. She takes away all of those who interfere with the author's vision--then she eats the author. This is extremely bizarre, but whatever. The show must go on. Marie grabs a wig to play "Sam," (from her one-woman "Orphan Black" show) and announces, "Let's Barbra Streisand this bitch!"
Dean gathers the cast for a pep talk. He admits Marie's vision isn't his vision, but hearkening back to his Braveheart speech, he announces that “there is no other road, no other way, no day but today.” Maeve: “Did he just quote Rent?" Marie: “Not enough to get us in trouble." (Hee!)
The show goes on. Marie warns the audience to put on the ponchos under their seats after admitting the show could be a "Gallagher."
Sam and Dean prowl backstage. It's a symphony of sight gags as "Dean" sings the opening song, "The Road So Far" (which is STILL running through my head, you bastards!).
Same production values as the show itself!
The monster appears and takes Sam away. He wakes up in the basement, along with the teacher and the student. Another fantastic moment is a parody of Sam being flung against the wall, this time sloooowly, his feet skidding across the floor. Calliope appears, and explains why she is particularly interested in "Supernatural": “Supernatural has everything: Life, death, resurrection, redemption. But above all, family. All set to music you can really tap your toe to. It isn’t some meandering piece of genre dreck. It’s epic."
That sound you hear is the Internet breaking.
Dean chases the scarecrow monster backstage, but it throws him across the stage while "Sam" is singing a song about "Dean," "A Single Manly Tear." In the basement, Sam kills Calliope. At the same time, bellowing "NO CHICK FLICK MOMENTS!" "Sam" stabs the scarecrow. It shuffles towards the edge of the stage and explodes into a mass of purple goo. Sam(s) save the day!
I need to know what exactly this shot is imitating! "Jeremy"?
At the end of the show, the cast joins together for a haunting acoustic rendering of "Carry On, My Wayward Son." Not only was this the first time in several seasons that I haven't wanted to commit suicide upon hearing it (there will never be peace! They will never be done! Never, I tell you!), it made me cry.
"Who's he?" Dean asks, pointing at one of the actors.
"Still in Hell, God, still in hell..."
“That’s Adam, John Winchester’s other kid. He’s still trapped in the cage. In Hell. With Lucifer.” THANK YOU ROBBIE THOMPSON, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
When the show is over, Marie gives Dean the prop "Samulet," which Dean hangs on Baby's rear-view mirror. Dean graciously tells Marie:
The Winchesters drive off into the sunset. Back in the theater, Marie is accepting the last of the congratulations and flowers. Maeve told her that somebody picked up the producer's ticket. Her mouth dropping in awe, as the camera slowly turns around, Marie faces:
Rob Benedict has a renewed reason to do all of those conventions
GOD! I mean, Chuck! I mean Carver...oh what the hell, you know what I mean. By the time this appears, the nit-picking will probably have started, but I'm satisfied, and that's what's important.
Stuff: Thank you, Robbie Thompson, for the continuous fan-speak, making "fake" Destiel canon, Castiel's song "I Wait For You," and ADAM!! A million fans will now stop bitching that the writers forgot about the poor bastard. For saying that Sam and Dean are "too old" to be Sam and Dean. All the characters: Crowley, Ash, Jody Mills, the Harvelles, the Samulet, etc. AND NOBODY DIED.
Canon Problems: You know I had to. So, if Chuck has been alive all of this time, what's happened to Kevin? Is Chuck back for good? Does this mean there is a God? Is God going to bitch-slap Dean, not to mention Metatron? If Calliope the Muse is dead, does that mean that around the globe, all writers will instantly have permanent writer's block? I had it for five years, and it's a bitch.
Hey, at least Dean didn't go demon on Marie's ass. He's saving it for the next appearance of Tiny Crazed Marine.
Next week: "Clue" comes to life.
Screencaps courtesy of www.homeofthenutty.com
GIFS courtesy offiercelynormal at Livejournal.com
This was the Internet's response after seeing "Fan Fiction," written by Robbie Thompson and directed by Phil Scgriccia.
My twitter timeline exploded. I rewatched three times in a row until my eyes felt like boiled eggs. This is "Supernatural: The Musical" in the best possible sense.
I'm stumped as to how to properly review this episode. It is packed with in-jokes, fan references, and more meta than you can shake a wooden stake at. Maybe I should have asked a non-fan to do it, because God knows, I'm biased.
A throwaway line from Sam wondering if there's anything there besides "The Charlie Kaufman of it all," is a brilliant reference to the film Adaptation, written by Charlie Kaufman about a blocked screenwriter named Charlie Kaufman (Nicholas Cage) who is trying to write an adaptation of the (real) non-fiction book The Orchid Thief. It is trippy and hilarious, rather like "Fan Fiction."
THEN:
NOW: In a high school auditorium, a group of Catholic school girls are rehearsing "Supernatural: The Musical." Marie (Katie Sarife), the director, is a tiny tyrant who stomps around in a director's beret (but no jodhpurs), accompanied by her technical director, Maeve (Joy Regullano, marvelously deadpan). The rehearsal turns stormy and the drama teacher slams out, vowing to shut down the show. "Theater is life!" she yells into her cell phone. "Why couldn't they put on Godspell like good little skanks?" Suddenly, a giant scarecrow creature wraps its vines around her and they vanish. Marie is looking at a cheaply made marquee sign saying "Supernatural." "It needs something," she says:
The only one they missed is my favorite, Season 4. Dang.
We first see Dean in a tight t-shirt, cleaning Baby's fire-red engine, drinking a cup of coffee and standing like a male model, which is obviously intentional, playing on fandom's obsession with Jensen Ackles.
"Worship my unreal beauty, slaves."
Sam steps out in a v-neck layer, hair oddly flat. It remains that way throughout the episode--one clanging wrong note. But since my dream is to take down Jared Padelecki in a flying tackle, I'm giving it a pass. Both actors get to display their comic chops, particularly Ackles. Dean wants to work, so they speed off to the school where the teacher disappeared.
They enter the auditorium only to see a girl with a trucker's cap and glue-on beard practicing saying "idjits." Horrified, the brothers watch a young girl dressed as "Dean," with blond wig and painted on facial hair launch into a song called "The Road So Far" about the beginning of their lives. The camera tilts and swings as the Winchesters stare at the stage, replicating their brains imploding.
Sam starts to say, "I think it's charming--" but is stopped by Dean's glare. Sam was briefly a "theater kid" who acted in high school staple 'Our Town,' and did tech for 'Oklahoma'. Marie thinks they're publishers, disappointed that they are merely "FBI hunters." Sam sees the "Winchesters" onstage holding out FBI badges, so he quickly stuffs his into his pocket and introduces them: "I'm Agent Smith, and this is Agent..." "Smith," Dean finishes. "No relation."
Marie and Maeve are not impressed.
Dean: "There is no singing in Supernatural! If there was singing, and that’s a big if, if there was singing, it would be classic rock. Not this Andrew Floyd Webber crap!" Sam: (under his breath) "Andrew Lloyd Webber." Apparently this was improvised.
"We're teddy bear doctors!"
To keep his brother from completely losing it, Sam suggests he go with Maeve and Dean go with Marie to look in the teacher's office for cursed objects. As Dean walks backstage, he sees "Sam" and "Dean" leaning against the prop Impala, talking. When he asks what that is:
Marie: “They’re rehearsing the B.M. scene."
Dean: “The bowel movement scene?"
Marie: “No, the boy melodrama scene. You know, the scene where the boys get together and they’re driving or leaning against Baby, drinking a beer, sharing their feelings. The two of them, alone but together, bonded."
Sam goes to up to the tech booth. He starts to reminisce about his days as a techie, but Maeve shuts him down and leaves, warning him, "Don't touch anything." Of course, Sam starts playing with the lights until the actors stare at him with "what the hell?" all over their faces.
When Dean and Marie go into the teacher's office (I demand to know who posed as Shakespeare holding a jackalope's instead of Yorik's skull), Dean puts his hand on a spaceship helmet. Marie says since the Carver Edlund books had such an unfinished ending, Dean with Lisa and Sam back from Hell, she wrote her own ending. Dean: “You wrote your own ending? With spaceships?"
Marie: “And robots. And some ninjas...and then Dean becomes a woman." BWAHHAAAHAA! Since I'm not a fan of anything except Supernatural crack, I love that line. You could consider this whole episode (or most of it) as crack if you wanted to. Which I want to. Marie defends it as "transformative fiction," which is an argument in fandom as old as time.
Dean tells her what really happened. This is done in a long, unbroken tracking shot as they walk back to the auditorium. “Sam came back from Hell, but without his soul. Then Cas brought in a bunch of Leviathans from Purgatory. They lost Bobby. And then Cas and Dean got stuck in Purgatory. Sam hit a dog. They met a prophet named Kevin, they lost him too. Then Sam underwent a series of trials in an attempt to close the Gates of Hell, which nearly cost him his life. And Dean became a demon, Knight of Hell actually." He finishes with a proud smile. Marie says that is the worst fanfiction she has ever heard, and says she needs to send him links (hee!)
Sam remarks that besides "the Charlie Kaufman of it all, I don't see a case." Of course they are leaning against Baby. The brothers also find out about "Destiel." Going back to the car, Sam observes, "Shouldn't it be DEEstiel?" Despite the elder Winchester's freaking out, Sam muses, "Samstiel. Sastiel. CasDean?" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"
When the actress playing "Sam" quits, despite Marie's pleas, she is also taken by the monster. I'm going to skip ahead before this entire review turns into a moment by moment recap. Suffice to say they discover that the monster behind all of this is Calliope, the Muse. She takes away all of those who interfere with the author's vision--then she eats the author. This is extremely bizarre, but whatever. The show must go on. Marie grabs a wig to play "Sam," (from her one-woman "Orphan Black" show) and announces, "Let's Barbra Streisand this bitch!"
Dean gathers the cast for a pep talk. He admits Marie's vision isn't his vision, but hearkening back to his Braveheart speech, he announces that “there is no other road, no other way, no day but today.” Maeve: “Did he just quote Rent?" Marie: “Not enough to get us in trouble." (Hee!)
The show goes on. Marie warns the audience to put on the ponchos under their seats after admitting the show could be a "Gallagher."
Sam and Dean prowl backstage. It's a symphony of sight gags as "Dean" sings the opening song, "The Road So Far" (which is STILL running through my head, you bastards!).
Same production values as the show itself!
The monster appears and takes Sam away. He wakes up in the basement, along with the teacher and the student. Another fantastic moment is a parody of Sam being flung against the wall, this time sloooowly, his feet skidding across the floor. Calliope appears, and explains why she is particularly interested in "Supernatural": “Supernatural has everything: Life, death, resurrection, redemption. But above all, family. All set to music you can really tap your toe to. It isn’t some meandering piece of genre dreck. It’s epic."
That sound you hear is the Internet breaking.
Dean chases the scarecrow monster backstage, but it throws him across the stage while "Sam" is singing a song about "Dean," "A Single Manly Tear." In the basement, Sam kills Calliope. At the same time, bellowing "NO CHICK FLICK MOMENTS!" "Sam" stabs the scarecrow. It shuffles towards the edge of the stage and explodes into a mass of purple goo. Sam(s) save the day!
I need to know what exactly this shot is imitating! "Jeremy"?
At the end of the show, the cast joins together for a haunting acoustic rendering of "Carry On, My Wayward Son." Not only was this the first time in several seasons that I haven't wanted to commit suicide upon hearing it (there will never be peace! They will never be done! Never, I tell you!), it made me cry.
"Who's he?" Dean asks, pointing at one of the actors.
"Still in Hell, God, still in hell..."
“That’s Adam, John Winchester’s other kid. He’s still trapped in the cage. In Hell. With Lucifer.” THANK YOU ROBBIE THOMPSON, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
When the show is over, Marie gives Dean the prop "Samulet," which Dean hangs on Baby's rear-view mirror. Dean graciously tells Marie:
The Winchesters drive off into the sunset. Back in the theater, Marie is accepting the last of the congratulations and flowers. Maeve told her that somebody picked up the producer's ticket. Her mouth dropping in awe, as the camera slowly turns around, Marie faces:
Rob Benedict has a renewed reason to do all of those conventions
GOD! I mean, Chuck! I mean Carver...oh what the hell, you know what I mean. By the time this appears, the nit-picking will probably have started, but I'm satisfied, and that's what's important.
Stuff: Thank you, Robbie Thompson, for the continuous fan-speak, making "fake" Destiel canon, Castiel's song "I Wait For You," and ADAM!! A million fans will now stop bitching that the writers forgot about the poor bastard. For saying that Sam and Dean are "too old" to be Sam and Dean. All the characters: Crowley, Ash, Jody Mills, the Harvelles, the Samulet, etc. AND NOBODY DIED.
Canon Problems: You know I had to. So, if Chuck has been alive all of this time, what's happened to Kevin? Is Chuck back for good? Does this mean there is a God? Is God going to bitch-slap Dean, not to mention Metatron? If Calliope the Muse is dead, does that mean that around the globe, all writers will instantly have permanent writer's block? I had it for five years, and it's a bitch.
Hey, at least Dean didn't go demon on Marie's ass. He's saving it for the next appearance of Tiny Crazed Marine.
Next week: "Clue" comes to life.
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